Sleeping Dragon Wait for it

Hush, obviously, could not put his emotions into words, but if he could, he would describe the anxiety he felt as agitation, nervousness, fear. He was confident that life would return to Teekon Wilds, though not in the full manner that it was promised to bloom into, but it would return. He was confident that Drageda would survive the famine and live on into winter. But he was nervous for the lives of his Drotting Gyda and her children.

He didn't know much about children and how they operated, but he knew that they were fragile until at least 6 months. They needed copious amounts of food, first in the form of milk, then in small bits of food. But Gyda needed food as well, if she was to provide for them.

So he hunted, more for her sake than his own. He knew that the rest of the pack, Heda included, was doing the same, but he was determined to provide the most nutritious and filling food for Gyda. But such food was hard to find when all they could hunt were rodents.

But Hush tried anyway. He stalked the lower parts of Drageda, following mouse and rabbit trails, though failing in his set task. It was getting to be very frustrating for the mute, who was unable to voice his exasperation.