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[biteoffherhead]

[Seems Moro's back from her mallynapping.  If you're roaming near the shore of the lake, you might notice a giant white object half-beached on the shore.

It's Moro.  And for those of you who have run into her before, you'll see that the once gaping wound in her chest has been closed up.  The fur around it has been shaved off, and from the scar it looks like it was cut open longer before being stitched back up, given the pattern of the scars.  And with her fur shaved in that area, as well as a patch on her foreleg shaved off, you can see her old, greyed skin underneath.

She seems alive, but she is most definitely asleep.  Prod her?]

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[auror-dora.livejournal.com]

[Yikes. It's even bigger than it looked before. Tonks takes a couple more involuntary steps back, raising her wand without thinking.]

All right, there, I'm minding my distance...

[She very briefly worries about how Remus would react if she got attacked by a bloody wolf.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro holds her ground, simply growling.]

[auror-dora.livejournal.com]

[She's afraid the wolf might attack, and frankly, she's not sure how good her reflexes would be. Loathe as she is to do so, Tonks lowers her wand.]

Look, I'll even put my wand away. I'm not a threat to you.

[She glances at the wounds on the wolf's body.]

I suppose people did those to you?

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro just growls louder. Apparently not really satisfied with idle chat.]

[auror-dora.livejournal.com]

Okay, that answers that question.

[She's backing up again, albeit incredibly slowly and haltingly - nonetheless, she's soon falling again, this time landing badly on her wrist. Her whimper of pain is far too audible, and she actually holds her breath for a moment, half-expecting the wolf to just attack her.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro just snorts in a snort that just audibly says "you're pathetic" before stalking off to another part of the lake to resume her slumber.]