Sleeping Dragon Forgive me, if you can

Hush rolled onto his back, his body exposed in a servile matter, his neck exposed (more for Thurin's sake than Gyda's) in a servile fashion. He was already made content by Gyda's worrying, compassionate tones — he was glad that she had the capacity to care even in these dark times. He had seen a flash of something positive in Heda's eyes before she snorted sternly, but he took that as it was.

He gave Gyda one more lick and jumped to his feet, already feeling his head swimming from the mass burning of energy. He would readily cross the entirety of Teekon Wilds to find food for his pack, his pregnant queen. But she was right, he needed to eat. He would eat little though, for she needed it more than he.