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[biteoffherhead]

[No time for patrolling the forests today. Those of you roaming in the forest get a free pass! Moro herself is roaming the edge of the village, or rather, where she considers her territory to start, and marking it by rubbing against the trees, leaving her thick, wiry hair caught in every tree's bark.

She isn't even scowling at the sight of humans, today. Rather, she's grinning, darkly, still hatefully, but something's up. ...The most educated guess is that it has to do with the draft.]

Comments

[entaiho]

[It's not an argument he'll ever win and Rokuta knows it; he just sighs and rests his forehead against a branch. He'll just... have to do what he can.]

I should meet your daughter. Especially if she's staying behind.

[biteoffherhead]

Despite her human body, she is a wolf.

[entaiho]

[He gives a faint, almost amused snort.]

I can understand that.

What's her name?

[biteoffherhead]

She is San.

[entaiho]

San. All right, I'll keep an eye out for her, too... until you get back.

[Because she is coming back. Everyone is coming back. Or so he can tell himself.]

[biteoffherhead]

I thank you.

[entaiho]

[He just gives an irritable-looking shrug.]

There's little enough I can do.

[biteoffherhead]

She can take care of herself.

[entaiho]

I'm sure she can.

[Any daughter of Moro's... yeah, he believes it.

He falls silent for a moment before looking back at Moro again.]

...be careful, out there?

[biteoffherhead]

If I die, it will be in the glory of battle.

[Which, in the end, is how she wants it.]

[entaiho]

[Yeah, there's no reasoning with some people. Or... wolves. Moro has to be true to her nature, so Rokuta just grimaces and shrugs.]

I'm sure. But I'll still wish you luck in this one anyway.

[biteoffherhead]

I accept your blessing.

[entaiho]

[He nods and starts to climb back down out of the tree again.]

I should be getting back, for now. I'll talk to you when you return.