Sleeping Dragon to marry the sea in a ceremony of storms

His ears flicked this way and that as the howls of others rose up, signalling their safety in their own respective way. He took note, and was glad to hear so many of them accounted for already. Above that, he listened for further word from the commander or sounds of issue elsewhere on the mountainside. It remained a tense few moments, with nervousness about what the volcano's activity meant by that pooling somewhere in the back of his mind.

But even with the ash and all the bizarre rumbling, he was still sluggish with sleep and far too eager to return to the warmth he'd had before tucked up against her. He nodded at Portia and took her cues, content enough to shirk the den for the rest of the night as her concerns were valid enough -- and not so unlike his own. He curled up tight, tucking her close, and dozed lightly. Should the packmates summon, or the earth rumble again, he'd want to respond fast.