Wolf RPG

Down the mountain did she go, scenting the various wolves that now inhabited Firefly Glen. Led by Osiris, and accompanied by his siblings alongside many, they were all the youthful generation of Moonspear who ventured down to create something more. She couldn't deny, sometimes the mountain felt a little dead, albeit the sound of one of Kukutux's children screaming like a rooster in the morning, but the factor was the more energetic wolves were now by the glen inside the mountain.

Desdemona stepped down, a jade eye glancing around to any familiar faces.

There were things she missed about Moonspear. Probably the biggest was the proximity of Kukutux and her kids, none of whom Toad had seen since enlisting herself in Osiris's new aspiration. She was sure that the work she had been doing in the Glen had been more than helpful. The pack was full of new blood, which made her one of the only people with a fair bit of experience under her belt.

She had just finished filling a cache with a weasel when she noted the smell of a person she hadn't properly spoken to since coming to the mountain in the first place. Desdemona looked as she had before: hardened, bold, trained. Desdemona, Toad greeted with a friendly, warm wag of her fluffy tail. Her eyes were alight, pleasant and cheerful from a good morning hunt. How are you? It's been a while, she said, pleased to see the guardian in their midst.

Thinking of so, there was quite a number of familiar faces that was taken. Unfortunately all who Desdemona counted as familiar, were now at the glen making a new. At the same time she was proud of them though, as all children and even adults, still aspire to make something of themself. Once upon a time she held the same dream to make something, to make her donor proud- but now the guard was settled to being someone of another mountain, within the shadows of privacy.

It was a curiosity, if the rest of the glen wanted to do the same like Osiris. When Toad came around, she couldn't see the lady was someone who would want the Alpha Role, "I am doing fine, how are you settling in the glen?"

Desdemona responded as coolly as she had when Toad had first met her. It was actually quite great to have someone be so consistent. Even though 'fine' didn't mean much, Toad was happy to follow up with a brief report of her own. Oh, wonderfully, she said, looking about her, enjoying their pleasant weather. You know, before I came to Moonspear, Kukutux and I met here at the lake, she explained. It's just such a gorgeous place, and Osiris is doing great, she said. She was very pleased with the way he was dealing with everything and making sure everybody was well-fed and happy and good.

You'd think he was far older — he has great wisdom for someone so young, she went on. Toad was quite proud of what he had become, and she knew Hydra and Dirge would be very happy with the Glen's progress.

"I do not leave Moonspear too often, I don't know many of the areas." Very rarely did she choose to leave, and didn't mind too much. Desdemona confessed to this, as all times were meant for patrolling, and once in a while would she interact with her fellow packmates. Now, she even had another group next door to peacefully interact with and share patrolling routes, since in the end, they all originate from Moonspear itself.

"The Ostrega's are always like so," and she nodded in agreement. Her greatest pride was being loyal to Moonspear, and was always impressed about their cooling behavior. It seemed to be a trait to the Ostrega's, and leadership was always a key to the behavior. Now that trait was passed not only to Osiris, but his littermates to the glen.

"Perhaps another group will grow, as more and more wolves are being recruited."