Desdemona listened, and obediently got up. She did not comment toward 'you should speak face to face,' as she remembers doing so long ago, only to end in hardship. This woman seemed blunt, with a tint of wildness in her. She persumed they grew up differently, causing such a difference in the personalities. Though she did not mind, it was simply something different.

'I'm alya Ostrega, from Moonspear.' She was taken back at this introduction, but kept on her emotionless pokerface of seriousness. The wolf introduced herself not of Morningside, but of another place; Moonspear. She of course, never heard of such a place nor' know of it's wolves. Though, why was this wolf in the maplewoods then? "Apologizes for not introducing myself earlier, ma'am. I am Desdemona." Unlike Alya, she held no surname, and did not feel worthy enough to say 'from Morningside..' Yet. She was too new, after all.

"A pleasure," Desdemona gave a tip of a head instead of a complete bow. She couldn't bare to simply not do something formal- which seemed to be weird to Alya. Though she could say the same, that she found it odd someone was questioning her actions, "I'm sorry," she hesitated on using ma'am, as it seemed the wolf before he did not enjoy it. That was fine though, there was plenty of different titles, "miss. I hope that is okay."

"My apologies, it was how I was brought up." It was a mixture of mocking and brutality that forced her into a more polite and serious nature. First and foremost they made absolutely sure she would call everyone by not their names, but with 'my liege' toward leaders, and various of miss, ma'am, madam, and sir.' Then there was the fact if she did not speak with the upmost respect! They'd beat her up. Quite simple- but then it escalated to the silliest of reasons. She expressed joy for something? When another can't have the same? Crying? They'll show her what she really needs to cry for. If she said something wrong, they'd laugh at her, because it was due to her dirty-blood that she talked so filthy.

It was best to comply.

Desdemona widened her eyes for a moment, before simply staring at Alya rather calmly. She never had, anyone want to hang out with her. She never found it an issue simply because the lass never had 'friends.' She didn't know her speech seemed to be a problem in that department, but a more pressing issue was that she never thought of the possibility of having 'friends.' Such a foreign word felt uncomfortable, but also a strange excitment.

Though she had absolutely no idea how to make 'friends.' Was... Was there somesort of conversation? Did she have to set a planned day? Were there formalities to be pressed once you are friends? What exactly is a friend, actually? "I do not know how, miss." Desdemona flat-out admitted that, as she gave a serious gaze toward the female before her.

She of course, immedietly stepped back once the damsel- no Princess, started coming toward her. One that said a few shocking words, that she did not understand. Kill for... An army of puppies? With who? They're both females, she simply didn't get it. Desdemona showed confusion by tilting her head toward the side, but dare not question out loud. She even grew more reluctant to voice, really anything after finding out more about the wolf before her.

"Your majesty," the title has changed, and so was the previous moments, "I cannot do that with royalty such as yourself." It did not matter if she was from another Pack, because that meant there were wolves behind the Princess. Wolves that can harm others if she did something wrong, and in no way could Desdemona bare the consequences of it if Moonspear came to Morningside. And as so, slowly bent downwards and went back to the previous bowing position out of respect for someone of royal blood.

The Princess before her spoke quite unusual words. She didn't know what a dork was, and wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not. Desdemona had a feeling it was some sort of way to mock another. She didn't ask and simply left herself to be confused by the new vocab word while listening to the rest. She was a little troubled how straight-forward Alya is, because she simply never talked to someone like this. Learning a lot of new moments and it felt a little much.

"Your majesty.." she paused, "miss..." Desdemona slowly spoke to the female, "it feels disrespectful to say words like those." She honestly wasn't trying to be difficult, but she felt she couldn't talk as casual as Alya could. It was hard to bring herself to even admit her own opinion. Especially of someone of her position, who is only a lowly new member, and of bastard blood. She felt she couldn't- and wouldn't say something without formalities. It simply felt too wrong. If she had to be honest, the dark wolf had a slight tint of fear in the back of her mind if she did. She dare not admit of her fears, finding it to be a weakness. Though the wolves of her past will always haunt her, and will always be at the back of her mind whenever she speaks. She had no choice to speak of respect toward them, it was hard not to without thinking of the consequences on what they would do.

Desdemona didn't didn't expect others to have such an issue with her tone.

She nodded, feeling relieved that the Princess wasn't too irritated by their previous conversation now that she spoke up with an offer of help. She felt more satisfied to be able to do this, rather then sing or share tales, even simple chatter was an unusual moment for Desdemona. Now having use then simply being baggage to the Pack, she walked toward Alya, ready to be leaned upon and help her fellow Morningsider around the territory. She didn't mind if they left a bit out as well, "wherever you would like Miss."