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[biteoffherhead]

[For once, Moro is using her journal! Her voice comes over the journal, sounding strangely serene. There's a touch of sadness, but overall, she seems content.]

I am aware that my daughter was known, and loved, by some humans. She has returned to where she belongs. There are things still in this den, from her memories of all of you.

I do not care greatly for any of you. I still do not trust many of you.

But she did. And that is something that you should know. Do not dare disrespect that.

[Even with that closing threat, Moro doesn't seem to be untrusting, threatened, or angry.]

You now have but one forest god. And I will defend these trees until I die doing so.

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[gomugomunopwn]

[She was... really gone? Just like that? She had been here so long that he wasn't expecting her to leave. Or at least he was hoping she would stay. He's sure it was nice for Moro to have company with her in the forest.]

[Voice]

[gomugomunopwn]

I'm sad that she's gone. But I know you're still super proud of her, Moro.

You raised a great wolf!

[Voice]

[biteoffherhead]

[She'd say "thank you" but she's still a stubborn old god wolf.]

I did. She was beautiful and strong.

[Voice]

[gomugomunopwn]

How about you though? Will you be okay?

[He's still smiling because... he knows she will be. She's a strong Old Granny Wolf. If she can even handle death, he's sure she can handle just about anything.]

[heartofahawk]

.. have you lost someone? I'm sorry to hear it.

[biteoffherhead]

My daughter has returned home.

It is for the best. She belongs in the mountain of the Forest Spirit. The mountain needs its gods.

[heartofahawk]

Yes, I suppose you're right.. by rights, no one should be forced to stay in this place.

[biteoffherhead]

There is little that belongs in this place.

[voice]

[hiken_ace]

[He's quiet for a minute before replying.] I'm sorry for your loss.

[...] Thank you for looking over the forest.

[voice]

[biteoffherhead]

I do not need your thanks.

[voice]

[hiken_ace]

No, but you deserve it.

[voice]

[biteoffherhead]

I don't understand.

[Voice]

[inkdrops]

[San is gone? That new comes as a bit of a shock to the little painter, and she immediately feels a pinch of grief, both for herself and for Moro. The girl was strong and proud, it's...going to be strange without seeing her prowling the forests and protecting the trees.]

She will be remembered.

[Voice]

[biteoffherhead]

[It's really hard to hold conversations like this, for Moro. There's a silence before she selects a response.]

Good.

[...Okay so it's a sentiment that Moro isn't quite familiar with.]

[Voice]

[inkdrops]

[Thankfully, Miyabi can hold a decent conversation when there's enough to talk about, or if she's worried for someone she cares enough about.]

Will you be all right, Mother Moro? If you need anyone else to look out for the forest sometimes...I wouldn't mind it.

[Voice]

[biteoffherhead]

Why would I not be?

[Voice]

[savedtheworld]

That's a shame. But... you're a forest god? [Something sounds familiar about this wolf. He feels some bare flashes of memory from the experiment week.] I've... been hoping to meet some spirits here.

[Voice]

[biteoffherhead]

I am Moro, the guardian god of the forest.

[Voice]

[savedtheworld]

It's an honor to meet you. I'm Aang, the Avatar of my world. One of my duties is to be a bridge between people and spirits. I guess a guardian god is different from a spirit, but... I would be honored to help you in any way I can.

...You can't see it right now, but I just bowed.

[Voice]

[biteoffherhead]

I have established quite clearly that any who defile my forest will be met with death.

The humans here are much more obedient than those of my home.

[voice]

[telefononhold]

I'm sorry for your loss.

[It's just a pleasantry; he doesn't mean it, because he never knew either of them, but it's be rude not to address the main thing. And from what he understands of this place, now that he's stayed here a while longer --]

Maybe she'll come back one day?

[voice]

[biteoffherhead]

If the Malnosso think themselves so clever, they will know better than to do just that.

[Voice]

[doubleppk]

San went home?

Oh, I'm so sorry Moro.

[Voice]

[biteoffherhead]

Do not be. This is a wonderful day.

[Voice]

[doubleppk]

I guess most people want to be home, huh.