Nova Peak children of the wild ones

He had been content to be watched by his father, if only for the fact that Pasha could not help but take a particular interest in well, everything. The world around them was much different than it had been in days past, though he could not have figured why. Maybe it was simply the locale, though he was certain he had been here before. Maybe not though. He hadn't strayed too far from where everyone was, merely rolling about across the earth and probably trying to get himself extra filthy for an eventual bath time. He'd probably protest it a bit, but would eventually give in to the attention bestowed upon him.

The bone Allure had, like his siblings, had once held particular interest. But he would let her have it until she tired of it, and then he decided he would finish it off. Maybe another tug-o-war game was at hand with Swift, or perhaps he'd try and use it to fend off some cuddle attack from Whitter. No matter — something new was coming about. His father raised his head in a call and Pasha stopped his carrying on, listening with rapt attention. The nature of the call perplexed him, though he had just the inkling of an understanding what it meant. It was like being called home, only louder and longer.

And as his mother joined them, Pasha tried to imitate the call on his own.

Would it gather their attention too?