Desdemona initial thoughts this was an odd pup. Then again she has rarely seen pups and did not know of their regular behavior. She did knos the other showed signs of sorrow, and even sniffled up. It cause the dark dame to freeze, a bit startled and unsure on what to do by the question and slow sobs. She did not show her anxiety of this situation, and remained stoic in silence.

It took a few moments to collect herself before trying to find the right words, "I do not know," but Desdemona didn't know then right words. So, she gave them her words of truth, "but," she continued on. Her paw once again motioned upward, but toward Radcliffe in an attempt to wipe his tears away, "the home might be behind. But you will always be here with Morningside wolves, who count you as family." She didn't know if they would understand, but the slender wolf wasn't sure how to simplify it.

"It's an adventure," she took a pause to attempt a more 'fun' way to phrase it, "a new place to discover, and mark as your own."

Desdemona silently watched Timberlake chew into the rabbit as if his previous words were nothing. He has an odd one, especially since he simply got up and left- leaving a half eaten carcass behind. Perhaps he went to play rather then have some lunch, as she assumed that is what most young ones would do. She would have followed to make sure he was safe, but she could not forget that another pup was around.

One that needed more attention at the moment, as her large ears heard a sob, and a jade gaze wandered toward a small one trying to not show his tears. Desdemona froze at the sight, because she didn't know how to generally handle these types of situations. Not a sociable wolf, she had no idea how to comfort, as it seemed her words from earlier failed. She was bit lost on how to handle this.

So she awkwardly stood there for a few moments, before shuffling closer to Radcliffe. Desdemona felt the words 'its okay,' were not right in the situation, and hesitated to voice out. The best she could do was hold a paw out, and rather sloppily, try and pet the crying child. 

She was truly a wolf with limited experiences, one being the mystery with comforting. Especially toward pups, for Desdemona felt she never really had that motherly instinct. The hardened nature that been boiled from a misfortuned path took away those natural emotions, and they were not easy to retrieve back. She only felt awkward, and stressed by the pup that coddled next to her rather then the thought to baby him. She worried for the right words, and on what to say- would he even understand her? Baby-talk was a foreign tongue to the black dame.

Through the anxiety that swirled within she let the other warm to her side, only looking down at them with confused jades. However as someone with an expressionless face, surely it looked like an awkward scene with one crying, and the other stoicly looking at a younger wolf. She was at a loss.

But she let him, nontheless, and quietly stood there, unsure what to do.

She most likely was not the best companion to be against, as Desdemona wasn't a soft or plush wolf. Her fur was cold due to the upcoming winters, and her skin was muscled by the experiences she went through. Even her fur- perhaps sleek and smooth, might be a bit roughened by the new adjustment she is going through with this pack. A stressful time, she is rowing through, and trying her upmost best to serve to the pack. Even to a pup, that she did not know how to comfort.

"Sometimes," she gave a slow start, "those who stay behind, stay behind to protect." She didn't know who his father was, but from what she gathered over bits here and there, some did not make it in the fire that terrorized Morningside. She gave the estimated assumption that Radcliffe's father was one of them, "he wanted to make sure, you and everyone else, continued on." Desdemona tried her best to be easy on the words, but she never would know how to truly comfort.