Moonspear hard knock life

Alya had excellent hearing by now. She had already been roused by the Kind Mover standing and moving away (as Movers tended to do, she imagined), but would have been content to go back to sleep in the warm, soft throng of her sisters if not for him. His voice was like a warm blanket over her whole body, but she fought against her eyes to keep them open, and struggled to her paws without much thought for the sisters she was stepping on.

The Great White had come back, and she wanted to see him!

Toddling over to the mouth of the den, she stared in awe at the glowing white beast that had graced their cave once more. The moonlight light him up in a way that Alya could only see as magic - and she had no trouble attributing magical properties to their mysterious father. He came from outside. Her sisters, Hydra, the Kind Mover - they were all from the den. They had always been there, even if the Kind Mover got to leave it, sometimes, she still always had to come back. But the Great White knew no such limits. He came and went as he please, tall and strong and handsome. Alya loved him with a ferocity that came very close to worship.

"Gagaga ga ga," she said in a stage whisper, a little uncertain as she approached the shining king.