Moro assumed it was a human thing when one day, when she was seven or so years, San went off by herself and came back wearing a crudely woven garment of reeds and leaves. Moro half-grinned to herself, caught between feeling somewhat proud yet more than a little unsettled. She did her best to put it from her mind, but having a daughter who was human meant thinking about all sorts of new things. It wasn't as if she didn't know humans wore clothing. It wasn't as if she had ever needed—or wanted, really—to know before. So she walked until she found a small settlement of humans and observed them for a few months, unsure why she was going to so much trouble. Seeing the trouble humans went through to make their clothing, Moro shuddered rather and returned home.
Still, after that, Moro made sure San was properly dressed according to both human and wolf standards.
Forgot to mention, these are in chronological order, of sorts. Earliest moment to latest, but no real connection between them. Love to my beta, love to my reviewers, however few or many they be...