The pack had slipped off of Fuil’s back before she’d entirely noticed- the crack-pop-sizzle-hiss of it hitting the lava was what actually caused her to turn her head. 

That had veen… important, hadn’t it? Blue shining leather, blue like… blue like… 

Mmh. 

Not important. 

Not important, but maybe something could be recovered… she picked her way down shining-brick-obsidian-slippery-steps, onto rough-hewn stone, and onwards… down and down, turn-about and careful not to slip, not to slip again-  

Her ears pricked, and she stipped-still-don’t-breathe…

Ears turned this way, turned that way, caught the soft wheeze. 

Another courser? A challenge, a friend? 

Off the hewn-brick-narrow-steps, onto rough stone, down the slope careful-in-the-heat-oh-! 

A wheezing breath, blood shining on the stones…
A not-courser-not-a-threat figure leaned over the fallen friend-foe-who’s-to-tell…?

Fascinating.