Moonspear so watery, and yet there's a smack of ham to it.

"Baaahgaababaahabaabaa!!"

Yami shrieked over her shoulder to anyone who was there to listen back in the deeper depths of the den. She couldn't see past the rapidly wagging tail on her rump to see who was there, but she knew it was someone, and that someone desperately needed to know what she had found. Her little head whipped back to peer at the ground, a broad smile plastered across her lips. She lifted a paw to prod at it again, immediately bouncing back and crouching low into a playbow. Her face contorted into the most ferocious snarl she could muster as she awaited its reaction - something that never came. Because it couldn't.

The little filly dropped her bum onto the ground and crept forward on her belly, reaching out another paw to slap at the ground where the thin beam of light was shining in and painting a bright stripe on the dirt near the mouth of the den - a stripe that Yami had determined was a playmate. Once again, it didn't move. Yami frowned, growled a bit, then decided it just didn't understand what it was she wanted.

"Agghabababbaaababaaaa," she explained, canting her head back and forth at the light. It flickered in response as the wind outside shifted the surrounding foliage, and her face burst into a wide grin again. With a happy yip, she crawled forward even further on her belly until the beam was beneath/on top of her, at which point she began to roll around on it to show it just how pleased she was with its obedience.