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[biteoffherhead]

[And now for something completely different! Something simple, yet astonishing in its own right.

Moro, playing with a squirrel.


...Granted, the squirrel is running for its life, as Moro playfully bats at it, chasing it in the snow and pinning it with a massive paw. Then she would release it, before letting it scurry off before trotting after it.

Don't let your guard down, though. Even now, the scent of a fresh kill lingers on her. Likely a deer. Her full belly may also be why this little squirrel is getting harassed rather than killed.]

Comments

[biteoffherhead]

No. I have been pulled from my forest, and have instead taken up the role as its guardian, as it is without one.

[talvimyrskyn.livejournal.com]

I am glad of it. In such a place ... a guardian is needed.

May I ... accompany you, Moro?

[ Kirsikka ... she likes humans. She has always liked them. But after many hundreds of years away from them, their presence has been overwhelming. She craves nonhuman company. ]

[biteoffherhead]

If you so desire.