Jul 22 2015, 09:03 PM
He hated the ice-tunnel. His coat was nowhere near thick enough to protect him from the blistering winds or the icy-cold water dripping from the ceiling and onto his back. There was no relief from it, even after he trotted out of the tunnel and into this next room.
He slowed down into a relaxed walk, though it didn't help his limbs (which were beginning to feel stiff). He was suprised at first, by the amounts of flowing water. Perhaps this room was the reason why Canis was suffering from so much water-loss, but this thought was quickly shoved out of his head.
He didn't waste much time in moving to sit down, huddled between two boulders for warmth. Carefully and quietly, he began licking his mottled coat clean.