Moonspear the party's underway

Although the sweet liquid was close at had, it found that noise-making was not only more productive than drinking, but also more fun. For if it drank, it would sleep, and although both were valued passtimes, being awake was far more interesting. It'd been asleep when it and its companions had been stolen from the womb, and knew therefore that it was definitely safer to be alert. And while one was alert, and if one wanted to stay alert, crying out was the best way to do so.

And so it cried, the sound much the same as its unhappy noises, but joyful all the same. It was warm, it was fed, its companions were near - what was there not to be joyful about? The only thing that could make this better was if the Mover swooped down and bestowed its wet affections upon it!