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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]

She has been here for a very long time. As have I.

[blessedbyfarore]

Oh... maybe I've seen her around but didn't realise.

[Oh hey, a chipmunk. Moving slowly, Link pulls out a bag of trail mix from a pocket and holds out a hazelnut for it.]

[biteoffherhead]

[...Huh. She's never seen humans feed wildlife. Just take it, cage it or tie it up, and force feed it.]

[blessedbyfarore]

[Once the chipmunk races off, prize held safely in one cheek, he turns back to Moro apologetically.] Sorry - the littler animals always get hungry in winter, and that's pretty soon.

[biteoffherhead]

...Indeed.

[It's compassion that's pretty rare, but at the same time it's cheating the role of survival.

But, for now, she decides to label it as neither good or bad.]

[blessedbyfarore]

Do you have to do anything special before winter?

[biteoffherhead]

Build fat.

[She's looking a little scrawny, but when the deer are so small while still being the largest kill in the forest... that, and killing deer doesn't quite sit right, with the nature of the Forest Spirit. She doesn't eat nearly as much as she should.]

[blessedbyfarore]

[...Hmm. And from the looks of things, that's easier said than done.] Oh... good luck!

[biteoffherhead]

...?

[Good luck? What a strange thing to say..]

[blessedbyfarore]

[He ducks his head. Well, 'I hope you fatten up' sounds rude somehow.]

I'll let you go hunt now, okay?

[biteoffherhead]

Very well.

[blessedbyfarore]

Have a good day!

[...Yeah, how do you say goodbye to the wolf god. He's just going to... start heading back to the village.]