Fix me, I'm in a fragile state

His guide, almost miraculously, seemed to lead the way. Veigar followed slowly, but kept his pace up enough that he could hear the wolf's pawsteps and follow them. Letting him get too far away would make that difficult. However he managed the journey he wasn't sure - he felt the searing heat from below, though he moved cautiously until he found himself on stable ground once again.

Now, though? He had no fucking clue. The bright markings on his coat burned bright, proof of his emotions which flared white-hot. How the fuck was he supposed to know what to do here? The ground he stood on was solid, smooth stone. After a moment he tentatively let out a short bark, trying to notice the way it reverberated off the walls around him. It was a little trick he'd started to use to try to decipher his surroundings. It was obvious he was in some room, and he felt his way to the edge of the floor, noting that it dropped off seemingly to nothing.

He had no other choice than to move forward. Wasn't like he could find his way backwards at this point. Steeling himself for a long moment, he finally kicked off hard - hoping to leap across the vast nothingness and land somewhere on the other side. What was the worst that could happen, anyway?

Veigar chooses strength.