Permafrost Hollows locked up, naked with socks

Kratos is oblivious to the time that passes as they wind through the narrow pathway, until suddenly the chase halts and he bumps into the back of his mate. Not enough to cause any damage, or to even barrel over him, but it distracts him until he notices the sun’s reach upon his mate. The golden hue lighting the edges of Zephyr’s silver fur.
Pale gold eyes look up. Amazed that suddenly life is all around them. Ice melts away into the warmth fueled by the nearby volcanic magma—hot springs yet to be discovered lurking closer in the chambers and tunnels deeper in the mountain’s grasp. For now, he stays grinning.
This is it. Isn’t it? He turns his head towards the wraith.