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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.]

Comments

[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.

[goldenglasses]

Did San use to play with them?

[biteoffherhead]

They were her brothers. They lived as one pack.

[goldenglasses]

That must be one of the reasons she was so strong. She grew up in such a strong family.

[biteoffherhead]

She is strong because she is a wolf.

[goldenglasses]

Of course. I just meant that she's an exceptionally strong wolf.

[biteoffherhead]

[Flattering her, she can brush it off. Compliments to San? Moro's not quite sure. She's quiet, for a while, as she tries to figure out what you might be getting at.]

You can't have her, you know.

[Swing and miss, Moro.]