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[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.]

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[Goddess. He is...less inclined to disbelieve that than some new feathers might be. He swallowed and shook his head a little.]

Allow me to show you, then, what it means, Sugar. It's a bit offsetting for humans, don't know about wolf gods. So, a warning, just in case.

[A glance at the sky, and a hearty sigh, and then he's on hands and knees and gritting his teeth and the sound of bones changing can be heard pretty clearly. Face grows longer, fur sprouts, tail shoots out; you know, the works. Few minutes later, a wolf (with two blue-and-pink wings striking unnaturally against his tawny fur) lays on his side where the young man had been, panting heavily. Werewolf, Sugar.]

[biteoffherhead]

[A shapeshifter. Moro seems... well, not unimpressed, simply unsurprised.]

So you are no human.

[Seems to be enough for her! She sits down, relaxing.]

[dun-measure-up.livejournal.com]

[Jason recovered after a moment or two more, settling upright and taking a moment to study her. Reaching a decision prompted less by her easy acceptance and more by her size, he starts to move forward, belly still against the ground. Maybe not of a pack, but a little deference couldn't hurt. Still, he stops a little bit back from her, wary yet. He's had bad experiences with strange wolves before.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Ooh, so you aren't sacrificing wolf behavior for a human face. The smile just gets broader and broader.]

What a sight indeed. I suppose I will share my forest with you.

[dun-measure-up.livejournal.com]

[ After he left them, most of his pack certainly had forgotten their manners, but Jason was of sturdier material. Or that's what he would claim. He perked his ears, and thumped the ground with his tail a few times. Humans might think the forest large, but he knew better. For a moment, he considered returning to human form, but it had been so long since he had fur properly that he didn't really feel like doing so. And despite the dignity with which he usually carried himself, he was trembling with energy knowing the moon was coming, only barely able not to squirm in place like a pup.]

[biteoffherhead]

You tremble so. You best go hunt, and use your excessive energy well.

[dun-measure-up.livejournal.com]

[Jason stretched out and slid forward again, licking at the bottem of her jaw before springing up and leaping to the side. He paused, looking back at her, and then dashed off to the side, leaving his things in the snow. Later, he would regret it. Not now, though. Now, he was on the hunt.]