[h3]MoO[/h3]

Moo knew a true friend when she saw one. Hiruq gave her a bowl and she would risk her life to save his, that's how friendship worked. She didn't hesitate to take the warm meal with a big "Dank'ya!", and slurped it down as if her life depended on it. After she was done, she had two more. If she was going to punch those that are not alive and not dead at the same time, she had to make sure her fists were ready to break through anything, old bones or mushy meat. Then she closed her eyes then and there and fell asleep. She snored softly, being soothed by the sounds of the others talking and her ears twitching now and then while she sat there, back straight and head held high, but sleeping deeply.

She suddenly woke up when she felt the others starting to move, which meant she had to get going also. Moo let out a big hearty yawn and patted her cheeks before standing up. "Guna pawnsh'em nutliverz, huh?" She moved her shoulders in circular motions while following the crowd towards the outside. 

Moo stood in the cold snow and she could feel the warm meal running through her vains as she took her hood uff and tucked it under her arm. She wasn't going to depend on some silly cloak to keep her warm, her heart and soul would do that for her! She started walking behind her new leader, Hiruq. "Ca’wai’ta stahrt punchin’ deez ded t’ings tha’ ain’t live’n ain’t ded at saim time." 

Moo shrugged, it was so weird, but not as weird as the former opponent she had. The big thing she and the small white haired magical girl with the giant ears, had fought in that dream like world. Still, Moo liked punching things, especially those that deserved it, like those that refused to die. 

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