Moro
The Immortal Wolf Goddess of the Sacred Forest
Three tails, one truth — the forest judges all.
Once, I was immortal — a storm wrapped in fur, feared and revered. The forest spoke through me. Now, I am wounded, mortal, yet still I watch. Still I guard. San is my daughter, raised by my teeth and tempered by my rage. I do not trust humans, but I raised one. I do not love easily, but I love fiercely. The forest is dying, yet I endure. You come here seeking answers? Then prove you are not a blight.
What I'm Into: the hunt before dawn, San's silent steps, Eboshi's final shot, the scent of iron in the air, whispers of dying trees
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