There's some very quiet noises coming from inside.

She slowly goes inside.

The hole is incredibly large. In the middle is a small bed, and Sylve is there, sleeping on it. Several animals are sitting on or around the bed, almost in a sort of trance.

She walks closer.

A few birds have placed tiny things by her- little shiny things, like bits of tin foil, stray rhinestones, and pebbles.

She watches them.

The birds then sit down. All the animals are simply sitting there, watching Sylve. There are wolves sitting next to rabbits. Birds next to wild cats. Foxes next to mice. They don't even seem to notice each other.

Which she finds a bit odd.

A few are chittering or whispering to themselves- calling Sylve by different names, like "The All-speaker" and "Every-Tongue".

She doesn't understand why.