Sleeping Dragon here is my thanks to the monster who didn't succeed in swallowing me alive

Hush had taken to guarding the birthing den, checking in on her, and bringing her food. He was not the only one, of course, and each wolf that stopped by made Gyda feel more endeared to them, thankful that she could count of them she had begun to grow restless. The birthing den felt claustrophobic to the mother to be and she spent as little time in it as she could, though the knowledge that any day...any moment she could give birth kept her confined to a small wandering zone nearby it. She did not stray far out of necessity, though she yearned to stretch her legs and run her patrols. Part of her was anxious to see them into the world while another part remained reserved. Their lives would be at risk the moment they came into the world and this knowledge and acceptance of it kicked Gyda's protective, maternal instincts into overdrive.

At the low chuff of Thuringwethil, Gyda pushed herself carefully to her paws, abandoning her grooming of them and exited the den, her eyes touching upon Hush whom had assumed a submissive posture to Heda, before her eyes flickered to Thuringwethil as she settled herself gingerly upon her haunches. “Thurin,” Gyda greeted her, stretching her muzzle to press it against the Heda's own, before she looked down to Hush. “Hush,” She extended a greeting to him too, not wanting him to feel ignored or excluded. Yet she offered no more words, looking expectantly at Thuringwethil after her gaze touched the rabbit for the barest of moments.