Moonspear kikiak ¨

Ah there we go. Right side up again, all thanks to his mother's unwavering attentiveness. Had he been able to, he would have smiled in appreciation. But those days were a way off yet until his family would witness his gracious smiles of humble gratitude. His ears, still folded and closed, wiggled only faintly. Oh how he would have loved to hear her words of the tale she begun. But he felt them. Resonating within his being, fed to him by the gentle thrum of her voice. Conveying in the only way he knew how, to express his distant awareness like a newly lit flame, he rumbled softly, whisper like.