Sleeping Dragon to marry the sea in a ceremony of storms

He shook his head. There was not much broken, outside a few cracked boulders and jutting outcrops. The rumbling did not seem to do much, minus the terrifying roar, ash and shaking. He huffed, watching as the others approached, wagging his tail everytime. He didn't know what was the best option; flee or hunker down somewhere? Whatever it was, he wouldn't look at the Dragon the same; it seemed it wasn't sleeping much anymore.