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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...]

Comments

[biteoffherhead]

They knew the punishment for bringing harm to the forest.

[moehealer]

Well even then, there's probably a more peaceful way to let them know that they shouldn't be doing it. [You know, one that doesn't include like. eating them.] Maybe it could even let them come to appreciate and understand the forest too!, rather than fear coming here altogether.

...er, that is, unless you just don't want people here at all. [Headscratch.]

[biteoffherhead]

The boars tore apart their camps, as they began to cut and burn the trees. The humans retaliated, slaughtering the boars with their wretched guns.

It was then that they declared war.

[moehealer]

...Ah... Was that back at home, or...? [People aren't really doing that here, are they? Regardless of what the case is though, that's still just... terrible.]

[biteoffherhead]

...In the forest of my birth.