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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]

[Gotcha. Alright, Moro just wanted him to catch one, right? He can just grab a potion or berry out of his pocket and from there, it's no harm-

... ...No.

He can't. Not here...]

[biteoffherhead]

[Nope. She's waiting for you to catch it with your bare hands.]

[tsuntrader]

[Hopping down, heading over to it, and catching it in his hands. But it's squirming. Injured. Bleeding.

Because of him.

Exclusively because of him.

He did this with his own hands.]

[biteoffherhead]

[There.

Moro gets up, approaching.]

Before you kill it, take a moment to revere it. Show appreciation for the life it is holding, that you are taking.

Then kill it, swiftly and painlessly as you can manage.

[tsuntrader]

[...He's seen Sneasel do it before, with his claws. A knife is more or less the same, right? He can do this. It wouldn't be fair for him to hesitate and be above it if it's something he would make his Pokémon do. Something they'll have to do. Something he wants to be ready to do when he has to.

That doesn't mean that he won't blanch a little as he kills it, or that he won't look away immediately afterward.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro growls, sternly.]

Do not look away. Watch. Witness as its life expires. Give it that respect.

[tsuntrader]

[And immediately, before he can think about it, he listens and fixes his gaze back on the rabbit.

...It's dying. Is it dead? If it's not, it will be. There's no way it could survive that...]

[biteoffherhead]

The forest offers its bounty to all. Your obligation is to respect the life that you take. To feel, in the depths of your heart, a true appreciation of what the forest sacrifices for you.

[tsuntrader]

[...That's right. Then... Is it respectful to get upset over what he's doing? It doesn't seem like it. It sounds like he's just feeling sorry for himself.

Come on, get over it. Silver lets out a quick sigh and tries to recompose himself before looking at Moro and nodding in response.]

[biteoffherhead]

You will take this rabbit, and find a use for every part of its body. What you do not use, you must bury, and return it to the earth.

Go home, now. You are done for today.

[tsuntrader]

...Right. [A little bow of his head, and he's heading home. He'll end up feeding it to his Pokémon and burying the remains.]