[Moro snarls as the fireball hits her, but her thick bulky body manages to keep the burning fur as nothing more than a nuisance, her greasy, rain-soaked fur extinguishing the fires in a gross smell.
She stalks a bit closer, muscles tensed and growling as loud as possible. What a lucky critter you are, to be subject to her territorial instincts rather than hunted down in cold blood or seething hatred.]
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She stalks a bit closer, muscles tensed and growling as loud as possible. What a lucky critter you are, to be subject to her territorial instincts rather than hunted down in cold blood or seething hatred.]