Moonspear the party's underway

It was roused on the insistence of its Most Beloved companion. The companion's voice was a strange new feature, but it could never have mistaken the feel of the Beloved One. They'd been knit together in the Darkest Place, made from the same secrets. And while there was one other companion that could also claim this, it had always loved this companion above all the others. Their kinship ran deep, and was undeniable to it.

It answered the voice with a whimpering call of its own, and then discovered that it pleased it to cry. There was much to be upset about, after all. The brightness, the loudness, the strong scents, the movements - what manner of creature lived in this fuzzy mountain range and endured these miserable conditions? It and its companions, now, it seemed.

Not one to be detered by such simple things as utter futility, it continued to voice its complaints as it rallied with the Most Beloved.