Fix me, I'm in a fragile state

Veigar rarely ventured close to the tar pits, knowing that trying to navigate such a treacherous terrain without sight was a poor idea. Today he was feeling a little more daring than usual though - not that he was a cowardly wolf, not by any means, but living a life entrenched in darkness was a peculiar one. Even navigating familiar lands was a unique challenge than only a creature who had been robbed of sight could possibly begin to understand.

Somewhere new and notably dangerous was even more difficult. He moved slowly, paws grazing the ground carefully before each step, testing the safety of the ground beneath him. The air was pungent, filled with the scent of hot asphalt, and everything in him told him to turn around. He grimaced as he fought against those primal instincts, slowly pressing on.