[Whoa! Okay, that's definitely enough to get the girl to jump back, and for Moro to get a decent amount of faux fur in her mouth. Miya's grip on her sword tightens and she even attempts the strongest wind skill she knows - Whirlwind. Three horizontal lines are drawn in the air, over Moro, but...nothing happens. That's too advanced for her to be able to perform right now.

Cursing softly under her breath, the much smaller "wolf" has to admit defeat.]

You want this forest, fine, you take it! But beware, there's more than just red capped girls. Don't make yourself too fat, Mother Moro, or you'll never escape the woodsman that prowls the village. And many a knight are about too.

Big and bad though you may be,
You'd best take advice from me!
Make yourself too big around,
And by huntsman you shall be found!
It's he who really prowls Luceti,
And he does not fear you nor me!