Sleeping Dragon Trials by Fire

He's there with her, and she couldn't be more grateful. She had no intention of ever coming back to this wretched place, and she quickly follows his lead down the mountain, trying not to put weight on her injured leg, running akwardly on three limbs. 
The intensity of the situation, the threat of a fiery, agonizing death is not lost on her and it urges her forward, all sense of charm abandoned as she scales down the wrinkled piles of dried lava flows and jagged edges of broken dragon glass. 
There is another shudder of the earth and her paws are now hitting loose gravel, then dried grass. 

She stands there, panting, splay-legged, the stupid yellow rock falling to her paws with a dull thud, eyes wide with terror. And then, her sides heave. A burst of laughter bubbles through her and she looks up at him in complete relief and exhilaration, the laughter now unstoppable. "That. Was the dumbest, most impulsive. Most reckless. And absolutely the most TERRIFYING thing...I have ever done." She pants, smiling up at him and nuzzling his neck. Now that she wasn't running on it her shoulder didn't hurt as bad- probably a minor sprain.