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It had been three days. Three days since the loud, annoying, frustrating girl had shown up at the edge of San's forest. San had been setting a snare at the time, and her mistake had been hesitating. And then she'd asked for 'a wandering man,' if he'd been through here. Ashitaka.

And now she was following San, following her everywhere. Normally the ( Read more... )

Winter fell over the forest, thick as clouds, painting the land in white wolf-fur and the black naked claws of trees that rose from them. There were no Kodama, with their mother's dormancy they slept. There was nothing of the summer at all, only the quiet and the waiting and the reaching, shuddering ice-fingers of the wind ( Read more... )