now I can fly around

Wrecker quirked their ears forward. They trotted after the strange man with little complaint at first. As they crossed into the area, and Wrecker saw the lava, their brow points rose.

This looked... exceptionally dangerous. Wrecker placed a paw upon the plank, withdrew it, glanced at their guide. He didn't seem particularly keen to help, and Wrecker couldn't help but bristle up just a little bit. They eased forward slowly, balancing their weight just-so. The plan. Yes. They had a plan. Slow and steady. Balance right.

They knew they weren't particularly heavy.

It ought to be alright. Right? Absolutely. Their tongue lashed at their nose as they made their way across.

Wrecker uses DEXTERITY