Zim

A mottled tundra keeps to the shadows of the cave, preferring travelling the tunnels *without* the indigenous glowing flora. He has no trouble navigating, in fact he seems rather adept at moving through the rocky tunnels, despite the inky blackness they provide. He pauses, hearing voices further down the tunnel. A short time later, the voices begin to draw nearer, and light slowly begins to flow into the bend in the tunnel up ahead.

The tundra moves quickly to the wall of the tunnel, flattening his wings against the smooth outcropping before closing his eyes. When the dragons finally pass by, they pause, admiring the mass of vines and moss that's blocked off half the tunnel. Then they continue, oblivious to the true nature of the plants they'd walked by along the way. The tundra continues when all is silent, not much more than a ghost in the tunnels.