Moonspear hard knock life

The Mover said something disparaging, but thankfully, Alya did not know any better. As far as she was concerned, the Mover might well have been absent. She had eyes only for The Great White, who lowered himself to her level and spoke low and kindly to her, his breath washing over her face. Her ears perked at the sound of the words - Alya loved words, even if she did not know very many. Even if she could not say any of them.

Mimmicking her father, Alya attempted to speak in the same low, steady voice: "Hah lo leep," she whispered in greeting, repeating the sentiment a few times to herself in order to memorize the sounds. It distracted her for a few more seconds, but soon enough, her attention was captured once more by the magnificent being before her.

Considering herself invited to their party, since The Great White had already acknowledged her kindly, Alya chirped a greeting to the Kind Mover ("Hah-lo-leep, Ka-mee!") before finding herself a place between the two of them. Nearer to The Great White, of course, so she could lie on her back and put her paws in his fur, because wasn't it amazing how her little black paws looked so dark against his Great Whiteness? He must have some kind of secret, magical power, she thought. White power!