Moonspear the party's underway

Her ears remained folded back as she touched each of them, alternating with soft licks. The response was a mixed one. One seemed subdued, another cried on. Half success was better than none? Still, she had get her patience in fine working order to outlast them.

The pale one with Charon probably did not need much of her attentions, but she couldn't help glancing her way just to check. She seemed content to explore her father's forelimb. Noted, all well and good, and she sighed softly. "Yeah, really." She licked the most vocal one's face then, offering that to temper her songs in such a confined space like this. "Wonder if they will quiet down when they can finally hear themselves and how obnoxious it can be," she huffed, although was truly curious if there would be any correlation. Or, if by then, their voices would just be stronger. "Or if they will just encourage each other. That seems to be the case now," she grumped, and resumed a vigorous grooming on the vocalist.