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Tunnel H had been the coldest thing he had ever experienced in his short life. The memory of ice still bit at his feet, his belly scales still aching with the cold. The battering wind that shivered over him at the crossroads--he never wanted to experience that again.
But he would, he knew--he had to. He had left Cetus after a day or two of rest and recovery in search of something that would be a worthy offering for the dragon-beast Aquarian. Food, he thought--or something magical. When his pile of rotting carcasses had been swarmed again and again by massive black cave-rats, he'd realized that maybe he needed a plan B.
So now, here the little alligator was, huddled against a wall in Polaris. He'd debated between the tunnel of glowing blue, or that of green, and in the end had decided to check both, unless he found something of vast worth here.
He was half-hidden behind a boulder, and far enough, he hoped, from the glowing blue crystal some ways off to be at least somewhat hidden. This room was bright, though, annoyingly so, and the only water he could hear sounded somewhat far away. It would be dangerous to get to it over the bare ground--he would investigate soon, in a roundabout way.
For now, however, he had to get warm. Huddling down, he concentrated, his warmth bubbling up inside of him. It coursed slowly through his feet, tail and snout like a heartbeat, and he pressed his jaws down against the rock below. Soon it was warm--even hot--and he let the magic slip away before it could damage the stone, instead settling down against it to bask and regain his heat.
Ice is an absolutely terrible filth-licking maw-sucking fish-thing, he decided, hoping he'd have the peace and quiet to lay here awhile.