[Oh my god, it's a big wolf. This is why he should have just ignored Katara's advice on getting these spirits to teach him anything-how did he not know there was a giant wolf walking around. So this tree man just freezes in front of her, watching the squirrel.]
[He kneels, as if addressing a queen. Because clearly when a giant wolf asks what you're doing in a forest, it means to suck up to her as much as humanly-or, uh, nonhumanly-possible.]
I was just looking at the trees, Miss Wolf! I like to check up on them from time to time, to make sure they're faring well...
[He relaxes his shoulders, but his eyes still carry that same nervousness.]
I don't know very many like myself... I guess you could say I'm neither plant or man, at this point. I've been trying to find out what I should call myself, since I came to be this way.
[He pauses, and seems unsure.]
... Is that a bad thing, to you? To have the face of a man, even if aren't entirely one?
Why would you sully yourself with such an ugly face? Why wear the face of the creatures that so regularly cut and burn forests?
[She's not happy with herself that she couldn't tell you were a tree. But even more than that, she doesn't like the idea of trees turning into humans...]
[He flinches, and looks deeply hurt by the statement.]
Why do only humans get a face like this? ...Why can't I have one?
Or would you have been more content if I stayed something who could never see, hear, or smell? Is it really that bad, to want to live like breathing animals, like you or them?
It's my desire to walk this earth with my own feet, and see everything there is to see, whether it's painful or beautiful. Whether I'm in the form of a human, a bird, or a wolf, nothing would be any different-I'm still the very same tree from the hill.
Unless you truly believe what someone looks like is all there is to judge.
I am Moro of the Wolf Tribe. Guardian of the forests.
These trees... these trees are weak, with no gods to nourish them. With no spirits to strengthen them. Do not forget their cries for help, even if you cannot hear them any longer.
...
Oh.
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...Looks like you have her full attention, sir.]
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S-so... um... hi! You're not a violent wolf, are you? B-because I'm not very good at fighting or anything, so I'd just, y'know, run away...
[At least he smells less of human and more of a earthy smell, like grass and dirt.]
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What are you doing in this forest?
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[He kneels, as if addressing a queen. Because clearly when a giant wolf asks what you're doing in a forest, it means to suck up to her as much as humanly-or, uh, nonhumanly-possible.]
I was just looking at the trees, Miss Wolf! I like to check up on them from time to time, to make sure they're faring well...
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I happen to be one of them, ma'am.
Well, not one of the ones here, but from my world.
[He bows a liiiittle bit more, frowning.]
I was in the same form as them, 130 years ago. S-so I understand a little of their feelings... though I can't hear their voices...
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I have lived a very, very long time. I've never seen a tree take the face of a man.
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[He relaxes his shoulders, but his eyes still carry that same nervousness.]
I don't know very many like myself... I guess you could say I'm neither plant or man, at this point. I've been trying to find out what I should call myself, since I came to be this way.
[He pauses, and seems unsure.]
... Is that a bad thing, to you? To have the face of a man, even if aren't entirely one?
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[She's not happy with herself that she couldn't tell you were a tree. But even more than that, she doesn't like the idea of trees turning into humans...]
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Why do only humans get a face like this? ...Why can't I have one?
Or would you have been more content if I stayed something who could never see, hear, or smell? Is it really that bad, to want to live like breathing animals, like you or them?
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Unless you truly believe what someone looks like is all there is to judge.
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Humans are revolting creatures. To wear their face implies to be allied with them.
[San was an exception. San was always an exception. The only exception.]
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If I'm revolting, I guess I'm revolting... You can see me however you want, ma'am-what is your name, if I'm allowed to ask?
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These trees... these trees are weak, with no gods to nourish them. With no spirits to strengthen them. Do not forget their cries for help, even if you cannot hear them any longer.
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