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

Hush switched between hunting, patrolling and guarding Gyda's den regularly. With his Dróttning so close to giving birth and food stores still low, it seemed the proper thing to do to make sure she was regularly supplied with meat. Sure, the others catered to her, but Hush felt that it was within his right to make sure that she ate and that she was constantly guarded. She was the queen after all.

He was sitting outside the den, relaxed yet constantly aware of his surroundings, when Heda arrived. The mute whimpered softly and rolled onto his side, his tail thumping against the ground in greeting.