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[biteoffherhead]

[During the drafts and the flooding, Moro simply evacuated. As a result, the den she had taken residence in has since become uninhabitable. Any possessions of San remain in the cave, soggy and growing mold; Moro has no interest in material possessions.

She does, however, have an interest in finding a new den. Which, given her size, is not an easy thing to do. Now that she's back and close to the village, those who wander even a short ways into the forest may find Moro pawing at holes to see if she can dig them wider, or even trying to squeeze into larger pits.

She is not making much success, mind.]

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[biteoffherhead]

[Moro grins, gently pulling him out of the tree and getting a better hold of him with her jaws. Don't want to break his knee by yanking him only by his leg! On the other hand, you are now halfway inside of Moro's surprisingly gentle bite. How do you handle this, Vash?]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash doesn't bother to pull. Knowing that if Moro really wanted to hurt him she would have done it by now. So instead he'll act like this is something that normally happens everyday.] N-nice weather we're having, huh? [He's still trying to somewhat hang onto that tree. Not wanting to fall and land wrongly on those fangs.] Although I guess it's hard to chat with your mouth full.

[Please let go now.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Her jaw moves, a little bit, pressure changing on Vash. Still, amazingly gentle! Just a little spooky.]

What are you doing, sleeping in my trees?

[goldenglasses]

Realizing I should have climbed a bit higher first?

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro pulls him out of the tree and sets him on the ground.]

You are always sleeping in these trees.

[goldenglasses]

[Oh thank god! Ground!] Well! It's a nice view from up there! And when I use to sleep under them it seemed the Malnosso use to love to dump people on my head! With a new feather cycle started I thought - Hey! If you're in the tree nothing can fall on you, right?

[And you know... he was up there trying to avoid giants wolves.]

[biteoffherhead]

You'll break the branches. [Insert fat joke here.]

Humans are meant to walk on the ground.

[goldenglasses]

Hey! I won't break the branches! I'm light as air!

[biteoffherhead]

True. You would be hardly worth the effort of snapping apart.

[goldenglasses]

And don't you forget that!

[biteoffherhead]

If you do break a branch, however, I will bite off one of your legs.

[goldenglasses]

B-but I can't grow a new one of those! [Knives can, but Knives is a butt so who cares!]

[biteoffherhead]

So do not break the branch.

[Totally as simple as that!]

[goldenglasses]

Dully noted. No breaking branches. Not even a small silver from me.

[biteoffherhead]

Now go, off with you. Go play somewhere else.

[goldenglasses]

[Are you telling me to go play like a child? Vash stands still, almost unable believe what he just heard from a giant wolf. Go play!?]

[biteoffherhead]

[It speaks miles of how she sees you, doesn't it!]

[goldenglasses]

I'll have you know! I do more then just play in the forest. [Okay, some playing, but adult things too! Like... tending to flowers! And- and - uh.. napping!]

[biteoffherhead]

You do not.

[goldenglasses]

Do too!

[biteoffherhead]

You bicker like a child.

[goldenglasses]

I do n-

N-not always!

[biteoffherhead]

It is too bad my pups are not here to play.

[goldenglasses]

Something tells me I wouldn't last too long trying to play with your pups.

[biteoffherhead]

You would not. They are still larger than you.