Angder's pilot compartment looks like something straight out of Star trek. White plastic panels, Buttons and levers all neatly positioned, unlabeled to make more space. For Angder the Fangwall was like a second skin Moving forward came naturally. So he kept his eyes on the wall, looking out for any potential hazards.
"Ok... Everyone is moving!" The wolf metal sped up slightly, and then looks over its shoulder, it then turns back, to the way ahead. It was a long way to the Canadian base.
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About ten minutes later. The Fangwall comes to a stop. Just ahead the wall seemed to fall away slightly, the flat top slopping steeply into the ocean. "Damage to the wall. Must be connected to the Canadian base, I am going to send a message ahead to make sure they know." Angder sends a signal ahead and then moves to the side of the wall. "Single file. Unless you feel like swimming."