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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]

Should I be following you?

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Derek shakes his head.]

You probably don't need to; I'm just getting things to take back to the cave. But if you feel you should, I won't tell you not to.

I've no intention of letting it take me tonight.

[biteoffherhead]

I will be ready to crunch you.

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

I know.

I'm still thankful for it.

If they come after me to kill me, try not to hurt them, all right? Please.

[biteoffherhead]

You will be dead long before they even hear of it.

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[He'll nod...and start on his way again. Tired, worn, and sick, he simply wants to find his cave and sleep.]