A bright, copper-red SkyWing that actively seems to be smoking all over is barreling down the cave halls, stepping far out of the way of every single obstacle.

‘Scuse me, comin’ through! Hey, you! Scoot over! Watch out! (Gee, making a blazing job of being nice about it, Peril…) Sorry ‘bout the yelling and general loudness, just not in the mood to light anyone on fire, thank you—!

The involuntary arsonist is making an exaggerated effort to tuck her wings in when she walks past you.