This tunnel was a place he liked to visit for its colder atmosphere and the snow and ice that usually covered the ground. Cetus didn't often see snow. Every now and then, the air would condense into icy crystals and he would see a layer of frost cover the ground - today was one of those days, when it had just barely started to snow and Ghanyarah found himself drawn to one of the colder tunnels. There, he could practice his magic with ease. There was already snow and ice for him to manipulate, he didn't have to waste time concentrating on the water in the air to turn it into ice first. The cold felt slick against his thick scales, it felt familiar, like home; the brisk temperature made his muscles move a little slower, but at this point it was less an inconvenience and more a minor, idle thought. He was working on warming up his body so that it could function better in the cold, anyways.

As he descended the slope of the tunnel, a great loud CRACK had ripped through the passage. The sound was hollow and echoed from one end to the other, and he had frozen as soon as he heard the sound, thinking for a moment that he was in danger. But the sound soon faded, leaving him to realize that the mysterious phenomena must have been something moving in the tunnel - or the ice. Ghanyarah quickened, and once he reached the deepest part of the tunnel he'd noticed that he'd already been beaten by a few others. Did they have the same idea, practicing in the tunnel? It was unlikely... he hadn't seen anybody else here practicing before, so why the sudden change? Maybe they had come here investigating the crack too. The komodo hesitated, skeptically eyeing those that milled about, before moving to join them. "Any of you know what that was?" He called to the capybara and the numbat, frowning slightly - gross, smelly mammals - but shrugged it off for now. "It sounded like the ice."