If the spirit moves you to converse with a two-legged wolf and her sharp temper in her Luceti habitat? This is the place to be.

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A knife made of crystal stone.

[and, reluctantly, a very bad drawing thereof. She has no writing motor skills, okay? Not on the wolf development track. But still, it's a crude image of the tiny dagger Ashitaka gave her.]

It's mine. I want it back if you find it.

[she can't believe she used that pen thing. Like a human.]

[It's becoming less and less unusual to see San around the village during the day. This day, regardless of the weather, she's sitting on the fountain's edge with one hand in the water to the wrist. She's not looking at much of anything.

In all fairness, she's not thinking much of anything either. Her thoughts are pretty well dominated by that hand ( Read more... )

[Ordinarily this would be described as an angry stalk through the village. Inasmuch as girl-wolves can stalk, at least.

Except the stalk is much more of a limp and it's less angry than it is...uneasy. San returned to an empty den. She couldn't even tell how long it had been empty, with no frame of reference for how many days she herself had been ( Read more... )

[Recently, Moro brought a whole pile of firewood from the depths of the forest for the village to use, as needed.

Today, San can be seen carrying some of it away from the pile. She moves significantly smaller quantities at a time, of course. And she seems to be, essentially, taking it back into the forest. It also takes her much longer than Moro to ( Read more... )

[San is ordinarily an early riser. Those who live with her in Cecil and Terra's ridiculously crowded home should be accustomed to her getting up and taking a walk, or trying to make herself busy in the house, before the rest of the family rises for real. Sometimes she even starts breakfast! (Not that she's very good at it.)

Usually these things don' ( Read more... )

[Oh, good. Small game season again at last. San is out with her spear and her hooded mask, prowling the forest near the banks of the river in search of dinner.

This time she didn't feel the need to inform the villagers that more of them were arriving. Chances are much smaller that they will freeze to death, after all.

She'll come into the village ( Read more... )

[Snow. It's been snowing for days. This weather is impeding hunting in all kinds of ways, covering tracks and other useful things while making San very much visible to any of her prey before she reaches it.

Also she is no longer a wolf. Hunting with the physical body of a wolf was so much easier.

So this evening she returns from another failed hunt ( Read more... )

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The Malnosso are leaving humans in the forest again. ...Unless they attempt to harm the forest, mother and I will not attack them. But there are others in this forest who will.

[she wants you to come and get all these freezing new feathers out, okay? Look, she's even being non-aggressive. Out loud.]

Do not come intending to rescue them and instead ( Read more... )