Life of the Party could barely contain himself enough to bend down and nuzzle Monster Mash and, much rounder than usual, Creeping Crawler. He couldn't help but smile, seeing them cuddled up in their plush nest. Monster Mash gave him an encouraging nod before laying her head protectively over their guest. "Go," she whispered, trying not to rouse the zikwa trying to settle in for a nap. Life of the Party took a deep breath, paused, and nodded back. The dark zikwa turned and trotted down the trail, getting faster with excitement the further he got away.
The sounds of his hooves made music as they echoed against the cave's walls. He pranced and danced through some joining tunnels, humming lightly to himself. Admittedly, he'd never done this before. Looking for a Mare or Stag, that is, not dancing. That, he was very familiar with. All he knew, based on conversations at parties and when he consulted some brood mothers, was that the kin blessed by the Motherfather just knew when they were needed.
Life of the Party stopped at one of the more frequented caves, looking at the other tunnel entrances on the perimeter. Here might be a good place, he figured. "Hello?" he called out. A little sprig of anxiousness bloomed in his chest. He had no idea what he was doing or what to say. And, there was no one here to ask. "Uh, if you can hear me, we, uh," he murmured, trying to figure out the right words, "We need your help? Advice? I think."
