The creature inside of the massive stone shell remained oblivious; it did not know of the onlookers, nor of the possible golem threat. All it knew was the cramped space behind the hematite, and the feeling of having less and less energy with which to save itself. So the creature mustered up as much energy as it could, and focused it upon the cracked section of the shell.

(ROLL EDIT:)

In its desperation, the newborn gembound was able to funnel enough energy at the crack, and it burst open with a loud boom. The sound was slightly muffled inside of the egg, but outside of it, the echo persisted. Reaching the walls and bouncing back through the mists of Cetus. Chunks of hematite slid off of the egg and formed loose piles, with the largest chunks landing in the watery muck and sinking partly in to it. The creature inside began to unfurl itself, first reaching with one long leg and then the other, and as he came sliding out he raised his head - finding it felt very heavy after all of the magical exertion - and was free of the shell, surrounded by strangers, in the next moment.

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the horse and deer pair, but they were blurry figments as his gaze adjusted. After blinking at them for a few seconds (and wobbling a little on those brand new legs), the moose baby heard something behind him. His ears flicked back first, and then he turned to see what the commotion was - and spotted the amorphous rock creatures, which spooked him in to stumbling sidelong towards Ghanyarah's position. The poor gembound gave a surprised squawk, kind of like a kazoo, and his brand new eyes flew open wide; whatever those things were, he didn't like them one bit!