The Troubled Air That Rages [VOLCANO]

Aching muscles prompted tense dreams. Chrysanthos shifted and fidgeted in his den until violent shaking startled him awake. At first he wasn't sure what was happening. For a brief moment part of him thought this was part of his dream, but as the earth started to collapse around him he sprang out of his den. Bolla followed quickly at his heels. "Chrys, what is happening!?"

He tipped his head to northeast where the mountain tops glowed and sparks flew from the mouth of Mount Volkan. His heart started to pound in his chest and he started to curse himself. That day at the Hot Springs, when the water had seemed far hotter than it should've been. When the tremors were felt the day he was making tisane.  Fool! Pitiful Fool!  Why had he not said anything sooner? Why had he set it aside as just the usual rumbles of a sleeping giant and not the threat that now loomed over him. Desperate for his family and his pack he let out a fearful call.