[After a while, there's the start of a low growl, and a stirring. A thump, and the growling increases. Moro hauls herself to her feet, the growl reverberating through the forest.
With a bitter sneer, she rolls her shoulders back, the old joints cracking loudly, and stretches her back some. Even then, her movements are stiff... she's very very old.]
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With a bitter sneer, she rolls her shoulders back, the old joints cracking loudly, and stretches her back some. Even then, her movements are stiff... she's very very old.]