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[biteoffherhead]

[Moro is... tiptoing?

...What the hell?

Err, that is. The giant angry wolf god is tip-toeing through the village, looking... incredibly cartoony doing it. She's trying not to but it's apparently just beyond even her own willpower.

She's sniffing about, indulging in her sudden craving for fresh pies. And piggies. And grandmothers.]

Comments

[planetcrusher]

[Moro is tiptoing.

Makoto is staring, flabbergasted by the sheer size of the wolf god and the unusual behavior that she's exhibiting. Even if she doesn't know Moro, it doesn't take a genius to realize that wolves don't do that.

When Moro's close enough, wherever they are, she speaks up.]

Did you need something?

[biteoffherhead]

[...Huh.]

A spot of prey is what I seek,
Be it large, or small and meek.

[planetcrusher]

Oookay.

What kind of prey?

[Is that what Moro is talking about.]

[biteoffherhead]

Perhaps pigs three, or a fat goat.
Anything to make my belly bloat.

[planetcrusher]

I don't think you're going to find any of those here.

Fresh, anyway.

[biteoffherhead]

I could settle for a pie,
but do not ask me why.

[Seriously, no idea why we crave pie right now.]

[planetcrusher]

Pie? You can get tons of those at the bakery, you know that, right?

[But why pie . . . ]