Moonspear I'm clumsy, made friends with the floor

Beside her three bundles slept contentedly. Mira awoke with a start in the night, sniffling her nose and blinking her wide eyes. She was curled at mother's stomach- and there she arose on stubby legs, finding her balance. She did not know of the moon that hung beyond the den in the night. But something tugged at her chest, and she scooted away from mother, neck stretching out as she attempted a little howl. Her song was broken, high-pitched, quiet- but it filled her with a wonderful feeling, and so she kept singing, unbothered as to whether it awoke her family.