Thunk.

Teeth screeches to a halt, twisting his head back as he focused on what had just fallen from the pack he was dragging along. Watching as the item rolled into the lava beside the bridge he had been crossing.

Crack. Sizzle.

This was far from ideal, far from ideal. Teeth couldn't bring himself to move, gaze locked on the lava sizzling away, as if the 'coursers' possession had never existed in the first place.

Teeth would contort his expression into something of sorrow, pity. For himself? No, no. For his Spellsword. He had hunted deep into the furnace, seeking out treasures and treats for his Spellsword. Baring his teeth in a wide almost-grin-like fashion, a long, drawn-out whine would leave his chest.

It had been the most important item the Teeth had sought out, a round.. crystal, as his Spellsword had explained to him before. The low, constant buzzing the 'crystal' emitted told Teeth that this was magical, something he knew his Spellsword valued. Valued. His Spellsword.

Another drawn-out whine would leave him before he'd shake his head and neck, doing so hard enough to the point the bag held between his teeth would rattle. Teeth could not stay here, Teeth had to return. Teeth.. missed his Spellsword. Missed the Creature's Not-It's. Missed it's home. His home.

Stomping his front hooves against the stones below would spook the lava ant that followed alongside him on his adventures, after the Crispin had brought it to him when he was but a foal. Teeth's ears would swivel back for a few seconds before perking back forward, tilting and lowering his head. He did not feel good when he scared his 'pet', attempting to soothe it with muffled clicks and almost-purr-like noises from behind the bag. 

Quickly, the ant would return to him. Teeth would raise his head once more, turning it back towards the path he had been travelling down. Not being able to contain his building 'excitement', he'd bound down the bridge, the ant struggling to keep up with him.