Before long, Ghanyarah had an entire party of small animals riding on his back as he made his way into the new tunnel. It looked a lot like the rest of the tunnel, only it was slightly smaller, and it wasn't made of as much ice and snow as the original one. No, the ice that lined the walls and the snow that layered the ground wasn't so present here. Maybe there were glossy coats of ice near the roof of it and small icicles that had accrued above, but that was it. He had to wonder how often it was that the water came rushing through here, and why he had never realized there must be another tunnel. Then again, the water surges hadn't been happening until recently. There was a great pool of water in the center of the tunnel, at its deepest, that hadn't been there before. Something strange must have been happening here.

He half heartedly listened to the conversation of the numbat, the tamarin and the crow. Booker scolded the monkey for having left the safety of where ever it was that they lived, and the monkey only replied that he was worried, but Ghanyarah shrugged it off. He extended no such empathy towards them. Most of his attention lingered on Eve, as she was actually relevant to him as a member of the same group as he. Another segment of his attention drifted back to the mammals, and Ghanyarah actually turned his head to seek out Arkrael, only to find that they were being tailed by a completely new creature - a three headed dog - wait, he recognized that one! Wasn't he back in Canis, the one he called stupid? Yeah. Hahaha. Ghanyarah laughed inwardly, wondering if the big dummy would try anything while the lot of them were exploring the tunnel. He doubted it.

When a great rumble began to emanate from further ahead, Ghanyarah stopped and fixed his eyes on the throat of the tunnel. In an instant, a wave of water had roared up and came churning towards them. Ghanyarah widened his eyes and steeled his body for the impact, hoping that he could stand against the water again.

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"AHHGHGHGHGRBGRBL" The reptile sputtered as a wave of water washed over him, far too fast and far too powerful for him to withstand. The force swept under his feet and carried him a few feet back, and Ghanyarah struggled to catch the ground again while keeping the trio on his back safe from the water. The surge died down, leaving him stranded next to Arkrael as he sputtered and huffed, gripping the rock with his curved claws. Startled pink eyes turned to those on his back, assessing the damage.

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There was, perhaps, such a thing as being too big. The water hit him and he stumbled, topheavy front floundering in the water for a moment. He was used to swimming and walking-- but trying to do both sort of at the same time was sort of a difficult thing. He wouldn't drown, thankfully, with his large, diving-built lungs, but still.

It didn't stop one of his heads from making a panicked whining whimper at Arkrael, "heeeeeeeelp!" Even though once the wave washed away he could probably stand and be easily out of the water-- like a child thrashing around in a kiddy pool thinking they're going to drown.

In some ways, Kerberos never stopped being a puppy at heart.