Fear of change

Well that went... Well? Crux didn't know. Still it seemed he'd earned whatever approval the other canine could offer and he followed after him, feeling the strain in his hips as he refused to let himself fall behind. Especially as he found himself losing sight of his guide, the last thing he wanted was to get lost for who knew how long! His senses felt nearly useless and Crux wondered if this was how Kite felt? But she at least still had scent to help guide her and he couldn't really say the same for his current predicament. When the smoke before his eyes started to clear Crux felt his stomach drop. Sulfur thick in the air and heat pushed against his skin. Well... Fuck. He thought to himself as he stared down at the boiling death that waited hungrily for a single slip of his paws, more likely than he wanted to admit.

Swallowing the lump forming in his throat Crux looked incredulously at the bridge his guide had just gestured towards. Good, just what he needed... Something he was already going to struggle to balance on, because balance was something he was so good at. He took a few deep breathes, trying to calm his nerves even if a little bit. Before he nodded, making a point to observe the wooden planks carefully, he'd need safe places to put his paws if he was going to make his way across. Better start there.

(Crux has chosen the wisdom option.)

"Speech"