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[biteoffherhead]

[Just another day, another time for Moro. Though usually quite content to keep her distance from humans (despite her growing fondness and affections towards the captives of Luceti, she was still incredibly hesitant to be trustful), today it seems she's lounging around just outside the village boundaries. She's even stretching and rolling around, participating in very casual behavior, not very typical of her usual demeanor.

Of course, these slightly embarrassing behaviors are only viewable from a distance, as she quickly regains her dignity and sulks into the cover of the trees when someone approaches too close.

The second half of the day is spent idly hunting. Because it's best to stock up on fatty reserves for the winter anyway. You might get that funny feeling of being followed...]

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[biteoffherhead]

[Moro lurches a little closer, lips drawn in a sly grin.]

How much do you love the forests?

[tsuntrader]

[...] I like them. I appreciate and respect them. They feel safer.

Love seems like too strong of a word, though. [It implies that there's more attachment there than he's comfortable with.]

[biteoffherhead]

There was once a time where humans loved the forests as their mothers. Revering its beauty, in awe of its might, and loving its soul.

[tsuntrader]

[...] I can at least believe that the forests are powerful.

[biteoffherhead]

And that is the most important to recall.

[tsuntrader]

[...Nod.] Right. [The most important to recall. That's something to keep in mind.]

[biteoffherhead]

The earth is your mother as much as mine. She will shake you off if she feels the need.

[tsuntrader]

I hope that's not the case. I still have things to do.

[biteoffherhead]

Humans, always scurrying about.

[tsuntrader]

Better than doing nothing.

[biteoffherhead]

But you best be careful. Your scurrying could lead you to ignore what is right in front of you.

So many humans are so blind to their world. To themselves.

[tsuntrader]

[...?] What's right in front of me?

[biteoffherhead]

And you humans mock me for being too "literal"!

[A laugh! Not a loud roaring one, but it is just as instinctively unsettling.]

[tsuntrader]

I haven't mocked you for anything. [Yeah, that's definitely a little unsettling. Like hell if he'll show it, but...]

[biteoffherhead]

[Not you personally but Moro hasn't changed from blaming the whole of society for one person's actions.]

How well do you suppose you'll know the world around you when you don't care to even look? You will be caught off guard one day for it.

[tsuntrader]

I doubt I'll live long enough to be caught off guard.

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro laughs again, a little louder this time.]

You will need to know the forest if you wish to continue living in it. This forest is small and weak, but not all are pitiful like this.

Somewhere, in yourself, there is animal instinct.

[tsuntrader]

[Pause. A glance over to Sneasel for a moment. Then he looks back at Moro.]

What qualifies as animal instinct?

[biteoffherhead]

"Qualifies?"

[tsuntrader]

I'm not exactly savvy on the dividing line between human and animal instincts, especially since humans seem to be different depending on the world. [That and he completely fails at proper concepts of socializing and society. Those help blur lines too.]

[biteoffherhead]

Instinct is what you will do if you do not think it through. Humans think so much that they have forgotten to listen to their instincts. Even if they assume they are in tune! Even you are so reserved.

[tsuntrader]

[Reserved...] It's safer.

[biteoffherhead]

[Surprise! Moro snaps her jaws at you and if you don't move, you WILL get a chunk of your side bitten off!]

[tsuntrader]

[JUMPING THE FUCK AWAY]

[biteoffherhead]

[Another of those laughs, as Moro calmly turns to face him yet again.]

Without instinct, you would not know to move. You would have died.

You did not think, in that moment, and that is why I have not killed you with that bite.