Jocelyn stumbled to his feet and led Layana out of the tent by hand, only to be greeted by a night sky flamed with a blinding orange-yellow glow in the distance. He wasn't prepared for the brightness of it and cowered slightly from the light, shielding his eyes with a free hand.
All around them villagers ran around crying in awe -- "The Mountain awakes!" In the distance, the orange glow just illuminated a massive pillar of black smoke trailing up into the sky and obscuring the moon above, as the volcano on the next island erupted again, sending a spurt of lava and dust high into the air.
As ash began to rain down on the village, Jocelyn instinctively pulled Layana closer to him. But it was a reflex action, for his attention was turned elsewhere.
He could sense some sort of magic at work, something that was directly causing the mountain to angrily roar in the distance.
And it came from the direction of the bears.