Spike had seen many a volcano in the Dragon Lands, but this dwarfed all others. It hummed with a power evident through its consistent angry rumble, which shook the surrounding terrain. Spike almost stopped mid-flight as he took it in. There was a sense of life to it, some unseen aura pulsating intermittently like the inhalation and exhalation of breath. Spike felt tingles across his scales; a virulent energy throbbed deep with his core like the call of the Dragon Lord, but surprisingly gentler. It could almost be described as nostalgia, which was surreal since this was his first time beholding the mountain, a fit of longing ingrained into his soul. 