Moonspear I'm clumsy, made friends with the floor

Dirge was in fact near. The commotion caught him off guard, but he knew the sound of little voices raising hell to be a familiar one. There had been a time that now seemed long ago when he had been the first one to encourage such a raucous feat—to know this year’s litter were already finding their voices and putting them to good use no doubt driving their mother and aunts insane warmed his heart. A smile tugged at his features as he gave it pause from a nearby copse; he listened as they sprang to life and faded away, only to start again.

But what warmed him more was hearing Vega join them from somewhere nearby.

So he too felt the pull to communicate from afar and joined them.

it's a dad cameo. a... dameo? daddio?