Sleeping Dragon this one is for the chewed up

When Gyda's voice answered her, Wildfire froze momentarily, unsure whether the den mother would welcome her presence. When she was invited to witness a very important milestone in Eske's development, her heart swelled. She nodded, then realized the Viking Queen likely couldn't see her, so she added an emphatic, "Oh my gosh, yes, please!" and scooted forward.

She ended up lying like a sphinx in the doorway, amber eyes gliding over all four little shapes before resting on the one one she knew to be Eske. "Hey there," Wildfire greeted, reverting back to a a loud stage whisper despite the infant's own noisy cries. "What'cha yellin' about, babu?" Where the hell had that come from? She didn't question it. "Don't like what you see?"