Moonspear sound

Keeping guard was a lot more boring than Maggak had expected it to be. As she watches the foot traffic from the ulaq, her eyelids flutter and the fierce expression of protectiveness had begun to fade as the muscles in her pudgy face relax.
Her jaws stretch into a pink-tongued yawn and snap shut; blink, blink, blink; and she turns her head to look back towards birthmother. She looks sad! Why does she look sad? A-naa-naa! Maggak mewls, followed by a tiny chirping noise and the pitter-patter of her paws. She stumbles closer, nostrils flared into a big sniff, before she decides to climb halfway up her shoulder and nestle into the ruff of her neck.
There would be no sadness here if Maggak had anything to do with it. Ama.