[Voice]

[biteoffherhead]

[A post from Moro's journal is extremely rare - that thing almost always sits in her den, completely ignored. But apparently, her message is pressing enough to paw at the thing until she feels it's turned on.

Which means about five minutes of a giant paw padding the paper before Moro's grumbling voice goes through it.]

If you humans do hear me: do not forget that the trees without leaves in winter are not dead. Do not cut them unless you are sure they are or unless you are in dire need.

[...As usual, assuming the worst in terms of human intelligence.]

Comments

[biteoffherhead]

...Boy.

How did you find my den?

[tsuntrader]

I was just exploring.

[biteoffherhead]

And you stumbled upon my den.

[There's sort of a question here, though it's not clear if it's 'what are you still doing here' or 'what are you going to do with this information'.]

[tsuntrader]

I guess so. [The prior would have to be said. The latter implies that Silver gives a single shit about telling anyone where Moro's den is.]

[biteoffherhead]

I do hope you don't intend to make a regular visit.

[tsuntrader]

I don't.

[biteoffherhead]

Good. I only have so much patience for human presence. I don't think I could be patient enough if I saw them too regularly.

[tsuntrader]

You're a god, not my buddy. Either way, I wouldn't make a habit outta getting in your space.

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro chuckles.]

Your common sense never ceases to impress, boy.

[tsuntrader]

...Why? Isn't common sense supposed to be common?

[biteoffherhead]

Amongst all creatures but humans, it seems! Apparently they think themselves too clever for such a miniscule thing.

[tsuntrader]

[...Yeah, he can't exactly debate that.]

[biteoffherhead]

But not you. You're teachable for it.

[tsuntrader]

[...Check "being complimented by a wolf god" off his list of things he never thought would happen.]

[biteoffherhead]

Now, away from my den, before I eat you.

[tsuntrader]

Yep. [Leaving!]