Moonspear carry on phenomenon

She didn't dawdle for long at all. Since she had one willing (noise-making) volunteer early on, she moved forward eagerly and allowed for Charon to bring up the rear -- and rouse any stragglers if necessary. She was eager (perhaps overly so) to get out, move around, and take these puppies with her if she could help it. They didn't need to go far. Just.. here, out. It was a start.

In her pause to look towards the den, her ears flicked towards the voice from below after a collision that barely registered to her. She drug her sights down just afterward. Ouch. Not long before, she had overheard the complaints of another clear cut no!! from behind them somewhere.

All served a stark reminder that their sounds were becoming words, and quickly. Babbling would give way to more coherence before she'd know it -- so she hoped. She stared down at the whelp in silence for a beat, deducing that the ouch really couldn't have been much to concern herself.. especially with considering the cheery look about her still. Ame decided a fond lick onto her head was as good of a bandaid as she'd need, and so, that was delivered quickly before turning her sights back to the den yet again.

Her tail waved, and this time she chuffed again towards the rest of them with a bit more vigor to invite them all further out, should they so choose. She hoped to inspire them more, and whether or not she actually did, she'd humor her first victim until the rest could be warmed up.

With a quick sweeping motion of her muzzle, she nudged Alya softly then sprung forward. A few strides later, she turned sidelong, and batted the ground with her forelimbs, rump and tail in the air accordingly in the universal signal for come play.