Desdemona found a wolf skull in the mountain. She was closer to the outskirts then the peak, but it was no mistake that it was once a canine. She however couldn't tell if it was once a Moonspearian wolf, for the only thing that had been found, was just the skull. It was starting to be covered in nature, as if it been there for some years..
A past pack? An intruder once killed? The guard brushed away the vegetation onto it, as she inspected closer. It seemed the rain had made it more visible, but now it laid with a mystery.
She looked at the white woman, a blinked for a moment, "What." The words slipped out, and while didn't mean to simply say it out loud, the deed was done. She didn't believe in Gods of spirits, or ancestors at that matter. If they were real she believed they would be more benevolent, but her life had proven otherwise.
Desdemona didn't know Kukutux was superstitious.
"I see." Desdemona stopped touching the skull, out of respect for the other, despite not believing so, "then what should we do?" But she didn't mind following whatever Kukutux wanted. It would be nice for a proper burial, whoever the stranger was, but perhaps the one desired some kind of ritual to follow for it.
She nodded, and went forward with her own paws to help dig. She understood burying the bones, but never really thought it was bad luck if discovering one. Despite being rather confused and skeptical of Kukutux's ways, Desdemona still respected it and simply followed her whims.
Then she paused, not looking at the white wolf, "Yeah." The guard said rather firmly, and continued digging a rather deep hole, "I don't intent to take one, or have kids."
"I don't deserve them." She felt it was a simple matter, and reason to end the last season so. It was a rather quick method produced by Hydra, and effective, as she guarded the borders from potential creepers. She always saw herself as a guard, rather then dedication to herself and a potential mate.
She wouldn't want to spread her cursed blood either.
"Is this hole big enough?" She dug far enough where nearly half her body could probably slide in.
Satisfied with such, she stepped out and cleansed the dirt from her pelt with a quick shake. Desdemona was away from Kukutux to do so, and when satisfied with being more presentable, she sat beside the white priestess who uttered some prayers. She had nothing to say about that, but, it satisfied the other.
"My blood is tainted, it does not deserve to spread. A bastards lineage should not continue so," the guard responded coldy, and truthfully so.
"A bastard is someone who was not meant to be born- a mistake. An affair." She momentarily frowned thinking how her bastardly father managed to catch their mother, but at the same time, Desdemona has very faint memories of her. She has no idea what kind of.. Canine, she would be. Remembering her donor's wife as well, how could anyone stay with a man who slept around?
"I do not know," the guard answered truthfully, "the thought never came." She always felt, even if she wasn't bastardly so, it wasn't in her nature to be motherly. Seeing the parents from her homeland act so cold to their offspring, she didn't want to do the same. She wouldn't do the same, but feared the cycle.
"I do not know much of Moonspear relations- only that he is the beta." Desdemona actually didn't know if there was a spark between Kukutux and Jarilo, only that they carried pups together. She saw them as mates, but the confirmation never really came. She does not know much about the mountain canines.
The guard thought it was an odd question to ask.
Desdemona remained neutral, but she was a bit wary on the proposal. While never thinking of taking a mate, nor children, it was even beyond to share a man, with a 'sister' of sorts. Poly-relationships were foreign to the guard, as all she had seen were affairs between lovers while hiding away from their true mate, and resulting into someone like herself.
"My blood does not deserve to be spread in Moonspear," carefully she chose her words, "while I thank you for the consideration, it is something that I do not deserve," nor really want, but refrained from such harsh words. She was realizing the culture-difference was quite large.
"Do you love him?" She asked.
Desdemona wasn't sure about love either. There was faint attractions to various of wolves- the aesthetic pleasure to the eye, but never would she pursue, nor' would the feeling expand. Like eye-candy, and many of the Moonspear wolves were like so. She enjoyed the dark hides that many held, finding it a pleasure alongside the moons light.
"Where are you from?" Though with such differences in cultures, the guard couldn't help but ask where this woman came from.
Never visiting the sea, Desdemona could produce an appropriate image to what her homeland could be like. However, enjoying the winter-time due to her dark pelt, she could only think pleasantry. Though with her own home, she knew despite a pleasant-sounding area was, may not hold the best memories. She nodded to the womans suggestion, not realizing it was but an attempt to leave her so.
"I also enjoyed so-" despite perhaps the awkward tension.
This woman was a bit confusing to Desdemona, but she seemed to mean well. Simple cultural differences between the two, but wouldn't deny company, nor' the friendliness between the two. She offered a small, rare smile to the woman, especially due to beginning statement.
It was cute.
"I'll come along,"