Moonspear degrees of light

The beast did not flee or lunge at her urgings. Alya tipped her head back toward the Kind Mover, only to see that she seemed virtually unaffected by the encounter. Words drifted over her head and caused her ears to flicker, but Alya paid them no mind. Instead, she peered at the dark stranger, her head cocking comically to the side.

"Aga ba?" she asked, taking a few brave steps toward the stranger and plopping down before him. Who was he? Another sister? (No, that wasn't right. She would always know her sisters.) A Great Black? (Also wrong; this stranger was nowhere near as wonderful as The Great White.) A Mover? (This seemed the most likely of her musings, so far.)

Standing again and wagging her tail, she bounded forward until she was right at the Strange Mover's paws and bestowed upon them many happy kisses. "Aam aam aam," she declared, peering at the Mover's underside in order to locate an availible teat.