Moonspear sound

There are words that come from birthmother that which Maggak had never heard before; at least not like this, never so clearly. Her head tilts as her nose pushes into the alabaster cheek. Anaa?
She looks down to the two little lumps once more, and then to Acrux, who joins the call! Ha-nan, her stubby little paw reaches for him in a point; the consonants don't quite tumble from her lips correctly, and they feel awkward. Ha-nin?
She sprawls out her two puny forelegs; the cogs of her brain spin and turn before her eyes widen. B-braa-dan!