Moonspear carry on phenomenon

Alya was ready.

As was usual, she was awake as soon as Mom was, but still pretending to sleep until something proved interesting enough to pull her away from the snuggle-plie of her sisters. And this was the most interesting thing that she'd ever heard of - this'd never been allowed before but she'd dreamed of it, yes she had!

They were leaving the den! They would be like Mom, coming and going - maybe even like The Great White. Maybe they would become creatures of the day, and their pelts would turn stark and white like Korei's.

"Yayayayaya!" she chittered, loud enough to wake her sisters, if any had still been asleep, but not loud enough to bring that pained, unhappy look into The Great White's eyes. Without another thought, she charged after her mother, stepping bravely into the unknown and promptly running into the long, dark legs of her guide.

"Ouch!" she chirped, gazing gaily up at the woman.