Coran stepped cautiously deeper, his claws clicking on the ice as he moved. His nostrils flared, trying to catch a familiar scent but nothing quite came to him. He smelt the clear, cool ice but something more earthen and musky down below. Everything in him knew there was something bad down there, something he didn't want to know about but he couldn't bring himself to leave, not without a sure answer and soon the answer made itself horribly known.
The ground shook again, the ice cracking sharply up the walls. Coran turned and tried to make a break for stable ground but his paws slipped and he felt himself rolling downward, the red sun twinkling a goodbye as he slipped underground. It took him a moment to get back on his feet and as he did so Coran could've sworn there was something moving in the ice around them. Then suddenly, it burst up through the ice. A massive worm seemingly made of ice emerged. It bore a mouth of teeth but seemed to have no eyes. Did it track via vibrations perhaps? Coran held still, eyes flicking up to see if there was a way they could get to safety.
Then motion, Coran's head whipped back to see a young wolf attack. His heart leapt in his throat. He noted an older man throw a rock and hoped the sounds would create confusion. Joining in, Coran grabbed a piece of icy debris, noting a large angled piece. He raced up it then in one fluid motion whipped his head forward to toss the debris to the left of the beast before he leapt off the incline toward the worm. He hoped the creature would partly turn away from him, distracted by the sound of the rocks as he aimed to sink his teeth into the closest thing he could perceive as its neck, underneath the lower right petal at the base of the head.
Cooperative
