Aw shit, here we go again

The wolf he'd chosen to speak to said nothing back to him (rude) and even seemed put off by his joviality (double rude!). He turned to walk away, leading the way towards... something or other. Alastor, unfazed by the brusqueness of the wolf, simply shrugged his shoulders and followed after him. "All right, guess we're going adventuring naked." Following after the wolf, a thick fog began to obscure Alastor's vision. Where the hell had this come from?! All the dire brute could do was keep trudging forward, hoping he was going in the right direction. All of a sudden, the fog began to thin, and when he could sense again, Alastor was hit by the pungent stench of rotten eggs and smoke. Sulphur and ash.

Confusion soon gave way to incredulity as Alastor found himself and the guide on the edge of a drop-off, almost running into the other man as he stopped suddenly. Heat rose through the air like it were summer and not winter. Gazing down into the chasm at their paws, Alastor soon saw why. Lava. Were they on the edge of an active volcano?! How the hell had they gotten here?! Amidst his dumbfounded bewilderment, Alastor felt the guide nudge him towards something, his eyes soon settling on a rickety old wood bridge than ran across the lava lake. "You can't be serious." He looked to the guide's stern expression. Yeah, he was. "Well all right, then. But if I die, I'm coming back to haunt you forever."

Now a normal, sane wolf would probably have taken their time to cross the bridge, or even looked for a safer alternative. Alastor was neither normal nor sane, however. Giving the bridge one last look over, he flashed a smile back to the guide before coiling his muscles and springing forward, racing as fast as he could to the other side.

CHOICE MADE: STRENGTH

"Alastor Mendacium"