[i]...'You move rather slowly with your Psychic powers.' An unnatural psionic, then. That's... That's rare, I suppose.[/i] Shannon had come off lightly from the battle, compared to the rest of the team. Ungainly proportions and a slow plod would be detrimental to scouting, though. Thus the Amaura was left to count out minutes while Team Scarab rested and congealed and awaited Hex's word. Word which wasn't especially positive when it arrived. The Combee didn't let on about having encountered any hostile native Pokemon, although... Judging by her breathing, Hex had either moved at a sprint most of the way or she had flown evasively for the last stretch. [i]Hex was just flying to make the most of the time. This cave isn't crowded, Shannon, there wouldn't have been need to do that.[/i] 

The decision to sneak was prudent and logical, but Shannon's misgivings grew quickly, straining against the knowledge that there likely wasn't a better way. Dimming the auroras around a lowered face would not shrink him down to an inconspicuous size. A target was rarely comfortable. "...A moment please." Although the effect wasn't major, Shannon took a moment to manipulate the ice crystals on his flanks, flattening and enlarging them irregularly. Soon, the sides of his body were glazed over with a thin crust of faceted ice that glinted where the light hit them, like the quartz around him. Most of Shannon's body- Back, neck, tail and limbs- Still cast a silhouette against any glittering crystal, but there was improvement. Soon enough he was tailing the group with a steadier step, laying his head low, moving in short instances between staying hidden and motionless. Danger lurked and risk was high, and Shannon's face found a roguish grin in the dark.