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[OOC: Part of the Duet for Claws and Swords plot.]
Moon is still in her tree.
It's become a comfortable place, really. She doesn't have to eat. She doesn't have to drink. She doesn't have to sleep. She can just sit in the quiet, occasionally dealing with family or the wolves.
She has grown fond of her tree.
Moon, it seems, has no intention of leaving her tree.
But she doesn't mind company in the tree.
Or below the tree.
Moon is still in her tree.
It's become a comfortable place, really. She doesn't have to eat. She doesn't have to drink. She doesn't have to sleep. She can just sit in the quiet, occasionally dealing with family or the wolves.
She has grown fond of her tree.
Moon, it seems, has no intention of leaving her tree.
But she doesn't mind company in the tree.
Or below the tree.