Moonspear kaunaksriruk ⦿

A new face peers into the den, that which Maggak was not currently in. She had been busying herself with a stick nearby, milkteeth and gums itching furiously as she wets it with saliva and lets out a series of high grumbles. The shadow distracts her long enough to pause, head swiveled, tail thrashing into a loose wag. Kukax!
Shifting awkwardly to her feet, she toddles up and toward moonwoman, a cloud of dust and pine needles behind her. She bumps her nose rather confidently into the sky-dusted lower back. Hi!
Oblivious was she, still, to her very, very dead aunt.