Aw shit, here we go again

Alastor never gave a fuck about his own personal safety and that sure as hell wasn't about to change now! Charging across the bridge, everything seemed to be going fine, and the dire wolf carried on with a smile and without a care—until he reached the midpoint and one of the aged planks of wood crumbled under his massive weight. Alastor felt the old wood snap underneath his paw when he stepped down, and then in the next instant there was a flash of pain on his neck and he was gazing down into the lava lake. He yipped in surprise, but ultimately just started laughing like the unhinged maniac he was, ready to embrace whatever awful fate this supernatural journey had in store for him. However, it seemed his surly guide had other plans for him. Al felt the snag of teeth in his scruff, pulling him up and down the bridge until they'd reached safety. He glanced up at the dark borzoi, offering the stranger a wide toothy grin in thanks before continuing on after the sourpuss of a wolf.

Inside the cave, Alastor immediately felt the stifling heat of the lava that illuminated their path. Pools of the molten rock blocked their path to the other side, but there were a few options available to cross "safely". A set of stepping stones, an old wooden bridge, and a thin ledge from one side to the other. Well, given how well the last bridge had worked for him, and still disregarding his own personal safety, Alastor opted for the stepping stones this time. "Up for a race, my good man?" he asked the borzoi with a playful nudge, grinning with unbridled mirth as he ran full tilt for the boulders. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, using his momentum to time each jump from one rock to the next. Surely nothing could go wrong this time!

CHOICE MADE: STRENGTH

"Alastor Mendacium"