During the late afternoon, a blizzard struck the wolves. They decided to camp in a crevice, carved by glacial meltwater. Jokvethar leapt onto a high boulder and began to twirl, but was interrupted by a growl.
Giomax stood at the base of the boulder, neck bristling. Usually the alpha got to sleep on a tall rock. Jokvethar flopped down, ignoring his rival. Giomax gave up. As he walked away, Jokvethar surveyed the area. Giomax was at work digging a hole to sleep in, far away from everyone else.
Jokvethar saw, which was most peculiar, Sapphiralun and Gryphe were looking at each other the way the Lunaxa-Gio looked at Kaejmari, or how Euwresno looked at Uqaq-Fah.
"Aww…"
The next day, the wolves had to dig themselves out of the deep snow. When they got out, they saw a square cave with a pyramid-shaped top. To their left, an arrangement of stones shaped like symbols spelled out KEFLAVIK NAVAL AIR BASE. But being mere doggies, our heroes saw it as just another cool rock formation.
The weird place was just as Gryphe had described it. Big caves with colored tops lined more black stone paths.
"Can we go in?" Sapphialun asked, scraping her paws on the clear sheet of stone blocking the entrance of one short cave.
The wolves shrugged and rammed repeatedly into the door, only to find that Gryphe wasn't helping.
"GRYPHE!"
"Watch out!"
The wolves leaped out of the way as one of the seemingly dead, shiny beasts charged at them! It crashed through the blockage, and shiny shards flew everywhere! Gryphe hopped out of the wreckage, and stared at his frightened friends. "What? They said it was closed!"
"WHY YOU LITTLE! Wait… They 'said' it was closed?"
"Yeah, Jockey, right here: CEH-LOZE-DUH. It's called reading."
"How do you know how to do that?" asked Sapphialun.
"I found a newspaper. You guys thought it was a ghost, remember? I could teach you if you want, this is where you go to learn: AT Mahan Elementary School: Home of the Puffins."
"Yum… Puffins… 'Drool'…"
"STOP THAT!"
"Sorry…"