You hissed back, not wanting to push yourself to shapeshift vocal chords when you simply wanted daddy to know that you were paying attention and hearing him. Your hiss brought forth a few more, reminding you that your siblings were going to keep waking up. Daddy would put you down with the rest of them so that he could give each of them attention, so you took the initiative to start crawling up his arm. He didn't move to stop you, instead doing as you expected and picking your brothers and sisters up one after another as they awoke. You reached his shoulder quickly enough, turning back to watch as the rest of your brood crawled along your father's hands and forearms. The attention to each just seemed to make your father's love radiate even more, a chorus of coos and happy hisses meeting your ears.