For several seconds, there was nothing but tense silence in the small space of the shelter. No one moved, frozen in suspense like frogs in ice.
Crack!
All heads turned to the source of the sound, where a web of cracks appeared on the ice wall. It looked like someone punched it from the inside. Small splinters of ice fell out, landing on dumbstruck Myrna and prone Niko.
If there was something moving in the walls, with how dark the ice was, it was impossible to see.
Cael didn't waste a moment. With a battlecry of "There!" he dashed towards the wall, leaping over his friends to sink his claws into the ice. His knuckles bled and his hand stung from the cold and the effort, but Cael's hand went to the wrist in the ice.
He pulled it back with another pile of ice shards and stared dumbly at the lump of ice in his fists.
Today I thought that it would be nice to hire an editor for myself. There are plenty of people who do that on WN.
Welp.
I'M SO NOT IMPRESSED BY THEM