He did it again, louder.

They tense more.

He did it once more, scraping his claws on the ground to imitate falling rocks scraping and bouncing off other rocks.

One of the dragons starts to growl a little. One of the humans takes a few anxious steps towards the exit.

He kept making the sounds, growling louder and louder, slashing his tail on rocks and knocking them down to simulate rockslides and cave-ins.

Suddenly, SIlvermist leaps out with a snarl from behind the humans, snatching them both in her jaws. One of the strange sun-holders drops to the floor, illuminating a surprised gold dragon pup (baby dragons are called pups) in its light as the young tungsten swallows its bearer.

Skystreak jumped forward, and grabbed the sun-holder, examining it, before shining it into his eyes curiously. He yowled and turned it away, hissing before storing it under a wing, pinning it to his body with his wing and making it somewhat see-through

It's cold- it feels like it's made out of stone. The light is cold, too.

"Why would you do that?" Shadowsight's ears have curled back, and her fur is fluffed out.
"What? I stopped them."
"They'll return with more! Many more!!"

Skystreak listened, scared, and took out the strange magic thing. He eyed it curiously, careful not to shine it into his eyes. He fiddled with it before accidentally flipping a switch and the sun going out. He jumped, before flipping it back and it lighting up. He grinned, turned it off, and stored it again.

Shadegaze begins pacing. "They'll notice those two are missing after an hour or so. That's barely any time at all, and there's at least 20 of them outside."