Sleeping Dragon to marry the sea in a ceremony of storms

Rosalyn was sleeping near the rendezvous, as was her usual, when the shaking started.  Even though it had been more than a month since she began living among a pack, when danger hit, grouping wasn't her first instinct.  Bad habit of too long spent looking after only herself.

Therefore when her ears tucked back at the rumble, she rose and instead ran towards the geyser field. She hugged the mountain, something that at first made her feel safer but after a minute turned out to be a mistake.  Suddenly the slope came alive with the shift, and she was forced to leap and angle sharply or be buried under it.  She outpaced them, luckily, and stared at the displaced stone with a sort of humor.  That's what you get, Roz, for living on a fking mountain.

Instead of going back up the rise, she called back to Thuring, indicating her own safety.