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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]

[Moro stays silent. She knew, the very moment that the humans brought their guns, that the forest was doomed. The gods would die. And Moro did all she could manage to do.]

[pearheaded]

[He smiles.]

But I'm glad you're here, Moro. This forest may not be much compared to home's, but it still needs someone to look after it.

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro is silent for a long while, before she decides on what she wants to say.]

If you turn against the forest, then I will kill you as I would kill any human.

[pearheaded]

Well, of course! That's your job, right?

[He seems entirely fine with this proposal. Mainly because he would never betray a fellow tree, let alone a whole forest.]

[biteoffherhead]

So be warned.

[pearheaded]

Consider me warned, Miss Moro of the Forest! And I'll in turn try to keep an eye out for the forest with you, if you'll permit me!