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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's senses are pretty sharp! When the wind changes, Moro rolls onto her feet, head held high and ears turning to pinpoint the intruder.]

[fortuneprince]

[Oh no she's been caught! Well it doesn't really startle her or anything so she steps forward a bit more before stopping just a few feet away. Totally relaxed, she just stares and looks the dog over. She would make the attempt to talk to it but that seems like a silly thing to do, talking to a dog.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Well, prepare to be surprised.]

What brings you into my forest, human?

[fortuneprince]

[OH GOODNESS A TALKING DOG. Not that it shocks her all too much, she met a talking bear...thing back in her own world so this is nothing]

You. Your appearance fascinates me.

[biteoffherhead]

[A laugh.]

So brazen, for a mere human speaking to a god!

[fortuneprince]

A god? I apologize, I was not aware of that fact. What is your name?

[biteoffherhead]

I am Moro, guardian of the forests.

[fortuneprince]

It's a pleasure to meet you then, Moro. Are you native to this world?

[biteoffherhead]

I am not.

[There are wings on her back!]

I am originally of the Forest Spirit's domain. I defend the forest of the god of life and death.

[fortuneprince]

[It's hard to see such small wings on a giant dog!]

Would that not make you a guardian rather than a god?

[biteoffherhead]

So smart.

[And that is not meant in the 'intelligent' sense of the word.]

The gods are guardians. I was originally a god of war, before the humans killed the boars and left the forest unprotected.

[fortuneprince]

The boars were the original guardians of the forest you now protect?

[biteoffherhead]

...This forest is without gods. It was, upon my arrival.

In my own forest, the humans killed them, with their vile guns!