The wolf startled back, a leap, a blink; he hadn't expected that. For a moment he thought that Dragon had drastically failed, that his magic had backfired, and horror consumed him--but then there he was, black head bobbing from the surface of the Heart, calm and collected as could be.

Ahh. The wolf relaxed, some, taking a deep breath.

"Hm. I have been told that magic can be bent into any form--that creativity is key," he told Dragon, after a moment. "I wonder." The alligator's mention of explosive traps had him curious, and he paced over to the driest ground he could find (which wasn't saying much at all) and dipped his nose to its rank, slimy surface.

He felt the light flow of magic as it flickered forth, then poured into the mud, coalescing, condensing... and then he stepped back, looking to Dragon. "Try to walk over that, but there ought to be fire, when you do, as a warning."

At least, he hoped. If he'd done it right.

He had not been prepared for the power that the spell had contained. He'd expected a burst of flame, a bit of magicka expended--not the engulfing consumption that had nearly surrounded Dragon all over again.

"...Hell," he breathed, ember eyes wide, only now realizing that he'd leapt back nearly a meter. He straightened and shook himself, a little embarrassed, blinking. "I didn't--I have never done that before, I did not realize the strength of it. I am sorry--you are unharmed?" he added, glancing to the alligator with concern.

He could feel weariness dragging on him, a bit--not powerful, as yet, but present, and he shook himself again. "I think... I will need a rest soon? But what else can you teach me? I will rest here, and perhaps... if you are willing, we can practice together?" He paused, his head tilting a tad to one side. "Perhaps we can both learn something new," he added, thoughtfully.