The goddess's mood had only continued to sour upon her return to the hotel. First she had left on a bad note (at least in her mind), and when she had been dropped back into the hotel while on her way to Nippon to finish some important business, she had been embarrassed in front of someone important to her. Now she was trapped in an outfit she hated
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"Daughter." She was not a god of the brush, but a child of the earth. Ammy could smell the scent of the woods that clung to her, of the trees and grasses, the creatures there. The scent of home was a small comfort in a cage so large. This young wolf mother was far, far away from the woods she protected, as far from them as Amaterasu was from the Celestial Plains.
Do they have no shame in keeping the gods from their work? Surely it must be so. Shifting on her perch, she scratched between Moro's ears, then pulled another apple out of the folds of her jacket to offer her. It was not much Ammy knew, but she also knew she didn't have any fresh meat on her. She wondered how long Moro had been within the walls of the hotel. Too long, if her nose did not lie.
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Seeing her tail wag, Moro leaned closer to lick gently at the woman's face. She didn't mind so much that the woman had nothing to offer. She wasn't this woman's goddess after all. In fact it was closer to the other way around. She could feel Ammy's discomfort however, and the heat that was in her body was nagging again. Perhaps if she shifted to her human form? It was never quite so bad in that frail form. But then, if it had been, the humans probably wouldn't have been able to withstand it. Silly frail things.
"And the heat is nigh unbearable sometimes." She sighed. "I was on my way to attempt to cool off, Mother. If you wished to join me? It may take our minds off the frustrations this place affords?" He great, golden eyes seemed to glint in the light as she offered another wolf-smile.
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