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[biteoffherhead]

[Moro is... tiptoing?

...What the hell?

Err, that is. The giant angry wolf god is tip-toeing through the village, looking... incredibly cartoony doing it. She's trying not to but it's apparently just beyond even her own willpower.

She's sniffing about, indulging in her sudden craving for fresh pies. And piggies. And grandmothers.]

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[goldenglasses]

The village doesn't have a butcher I'm afraid. [Giant, hungry wolf craving meat around town.] B-but the grocery shop might have something.

[biteoffherhead]

[Then lead the way.]

[goldenglasses]

[He shall! Luckily it's not too far and he'll be coming out with pre-wrapped meats that he'll quickly start to rip the plastic off for her and lay it down on the ground.]