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[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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[ Is that a giant wolf rolling around just beyond the edge of the trees?

Why is he staring at it? He should be moving. Quickly. In the other direction.

But no. No, Flynn is staring, and wondering idly what he would taste like to a giant wolf. ]

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[As the wind changes, Moro rolls to her feet, fur bristling as her ears turn to try and catch 'sight' of her visitor.]

Show yourself.

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[ He's going to die.

This is it. This is the end. It was nice knowing you, life. O, cruel fate! To be fed to a giant, angry wolf that hates him.

Wincing, he edges a little closer. A few steps. Juuuuust a bit. Trying to stay just far enough to run. Not that he thinks he'd survive, but he's just got to try. ]

..... hhhhhhhhhhey there. You look ... lovely, today. Nice fur. Very ... white.

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[The fear simply makes her laugh.]

Finally, a human that instinctively knows his place.