Willfur
He can't help but stare at the soot-tinged figure as he passes, his massive head twisting around in an attempt to examine the roughly lettered symbols - painted? carved? branded? - across its ashen skin, but as the crowd surges forward and he's swept up with them, his view is obstructed by shoulders and hips and a cloud of dust thrown up in their passing.
The fleetest of the group easily leave Willfur behind, but rather than despairing, he uses the widening gap to better watch where he's going, avoiding hoof-holes and uneven ground wherever possible. He splits his attention between what lies immediately beneath his nose and what lies farther ahead, trying to anticipate what comes next, or at least to give himself a moments preparation, and so it doesn't come as such an abrupt surprise to the mule as it does to some others when he meets the first fork in the road.
Jumping is out of the question. He might as well just close his eyes and walk straight through the flames for all his vertical leap prowess affords, so it's either to the right or to the left. Glancing right tells him nothing, as the flames and the smog completely shroud anything beyond from his vision, but to the left he catches a glimmer of something, a spark of light and color that stands alone and draws his attention even amidst the inferno.
That's that, then.
His mind made up, the mule pricks his long, long ears and ducks toward the glowing ember, hoping that either he's well behind and out of the way of any other contestants, or that his momentum and sheer body mass will win him the narrow passage.
"talk talk talk"
OOC: Willfur takes the left path
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