Frost Cavern | Early Morning
Through the white landscape, hints of gold and blue alike tinted the crystalline world. A Sneasel moved through, his eyes narrowed as he shoots a hard gaze to the ceiling. The sun's rays beat down on the glass upper walls, but Formaldehyde knew from experience and logic that the warmth would never be enough to break through the ice sheets. Darting forward, the dual type slid gracefully across the floor, reaching up to pluck the cigarette fro his mouth with a flick of his wrists. "Alright. This is as far as I bring you. It is much safer back in the cave," he grunts. Standing to his full height, Formaldehyde looked behind him just in time to watch the scrawny form slink hesitantly out from behind a pile of frozen boulders.
The feline flicked his cigarette, dropping a few whisps of ash to the frozen ground as the Houndoom approached him. "I- I- just wanted, t- to see. See out-outside," Cyanide stammered over his words, the teal orbs wide with insecurity. The canine's pelt was littered with muck, dirty as it stood up in places, missing patches in others. He held himself on stick thin limbs, paws unsteady from the cold. But beneath his horrible exterior, Cyanide's eyes flickered in wonder around the huge cavern. "And now you've seen it. Head back to the cave, I'll stay out the usual time," Formaldehyde dismissed the black dog effortlessly.
He turned away, placing his cigarette back in his mouth as he did so. But Cyanide let out a short whine. "Y-yo-ou go out ev-very day, brother. Can't you ta-ake o-one day off?" The stutter increased, growing worse, though it was unclear if from cold or just the Houndoom. But the Sneasel frowned, back still to Cyanide. "It's safer this way. Head back, I'll catch up in a bit." With that, Formaldehyde sprinted forward, reaching the first cavern within the cave. Cyanide in turn retraced his steps, making his way back to the formerly Abomnasnow owned chambers.
[ They are separated, so first come first serve who runs into who o/ ]