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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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[tsuntrader]

Yeah. [Moro... Smells like a growlithe. Or something. A dog. And there's a grassy muddy rocky smell to her. He can recognize that much, at least.]

[biteoffherhead]

Do not forget these. Now, open your eyes.

[tsuntrader]

[...Doing so, and directing his gaze right at Moro.]

[biteoffherhead]

Smell. Hear. And see, all at once.

[tsuntrader]

[Alright. Seeing, hearing, and smelling at once. It's not something that comes easily when he's actively thinking about it. The first thing he relies on isn't his vision; rather, it's his hearing. His vision is guided along by his hearing. Smelling, on the other hand, isn't something he actively thinks about or uses. If a specific situation came around where he had to, that's one thing, but...

He'll still try to do as Moro tells him to the best of his ability. It's still difficult to be consistently aware of his senses all at once.]

[biteoffherhead]

Become familiar with these senses. I will give you the time to be fully aware of your surroundings, before we begin to move again.

[tsuntrader]

[That... Is significantly easier to do, why didn't she just- no, that's the point. The point is to take everything in more clearly. Not to let his senses be a distraction, but to be more... Aware of them. As a constant. To be in touch with his instincts.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Eventually, Moro begins to move, leading him into the forest. There's a lot more to pay attention to; the sounds of footfalls, from Silver and Moro alike. The sense of movement as air moves past the ears. The motion of the scenery during the walk.

All things that she expects you to pick up along the way.]

[tsuntrader]

[Alright alright being careful listening to everything beinOH GOD BIRDS]

[biteoffherhead]

[LAUGHING HER ASS OFF.]

[tsuntrader]

[...Oh, those were just- hey, wait- why are you--]

[biteoffherhead]

Ah hah hah hah! I did not think I was teaching a hare!

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[tsuntrader]

[tsuntrader]

[...Hey.]

[biteoffherhead]

How untrained your senses are! To be so unable to recover from a broken focus? Laughable!

[tsuntrader]

[Hey!]

[biteoffherhead]

[Congrats, Silver, you're the first person to make it hard for her to stop her chuckle fit.]

Ah, hah. You will learn. Eventually.

You must be able to focus, without becoming vulnerable.

[tsuntrader]

[But he can do that. He's always alert. How alert can he be without being vulnerable?...]

[biteoffherhead]

As you grow more keen to your senses, you will see, hear, and feel anything that is moving, and as you grow familiar with these sensations, they will be as second nature as the pathetic excuse for your senses are now.

[tsuntrader]

[...She wants him to be even more in tune with his senses than he is now. Okay, fine. Being reasonably alert isn't alert enough? Then he'll fix that. That's all there really is to it.

Another nod.]

[biteoffherhead]

[She moves on, expecting Silver to follow, until she finds a spot where she hears hares grazing.

She looks at him, gesturing vaguely to the small field. The rabbits aren't immediately visible, but you're to catch them.]

[tsuntrader]

[...But he won't be able to immediately catch them because he can't see them, and it's going to be a lot harder to catch one of them if they start running...

It would be one thing if Sneasel could help chase them out and herd them over to him, but- no, there's no point in ifs.

...He's at least going to climb up the closest tree he can find and try to get a better view from above before trying this.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro lies down silently, simple waiting and watching, and will remain silent until a hare is caught or they are all chased away.]

[tsuntrader]

[...Well, he could use ice to enclose them, then- no, can't use Sneasel. What if he- damnit.

...Oh.

That could work.

Silver's searching the ground for... Rocks?... And he'll take two or three of them back up to the tree he was looking at the rabbits from.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro simply watches with mild interest. The rabbits are stirring, a bit, but are relatively undisturbed.]