Sleeping Dragon and sometimes, we only know how to crumble

Hush was excited as he followed Thurin to Gyda's den, the scent of milk and puppies growing thick in the air as they approached. He smiles at Gyda as she stands outside, nosing her gently as she walks away, his focus soon pinpointing on the small bundles in the den. His head pushes in, and he sees the four of them squirming in the darkness. They probably looked like their parents, naturally; one boy and three girls, all bearing the marks of both Viking and Drageda. He couldn't see their markings very well in the dark, but he could tell that one was very pale, perhaps white? and another dark, perhaps gray or brown. The other two hand similar tones, a dark color on top with white underbellies. No matter how different they looked, they all were adorable to him. Hush let out a soft whimper that sounded more like a squeal than anything.