The dark dame had stopped in her tracks in thought over the matter. Their members were running low, but she didn't know how to keep them, or to fill the gape that was open. Was recruitment a possiblity..? Do Packs do that? Desdemona thought of it a possibility, but she had trouble thinking on how to make it work. Being a rather antisocial wolf, she had trouble picturing a conversation to rope them in without bluntly asking. 

Upon hearing footsteps, her jades cautiously looked backwards. Though upon seeing the Matron, she eased her expressed and ceased back into her more normal, stoic demenour. Desdemona politely dipped her head in greeting, "good evening, ma'am."

She was thankful there wasn't too much change since the temporary change in leadership. While the slender wolf has had minimal contact with Aviana, she seemed kind enough to not bring any old traditions back up; which will, and always be a main concern with Desdemona, "I am doing fine, ma'am," and as per usual, remained polite to the leader, "the borders are stable and well." She gave a report, rather then a casual conversation.

Desdemona softly dipped her head to the comment, "It is my duty, ma'am." She felt it was needed to throw in her own weight, especially as they fall in numbers. The wolf would put a paw in all that she could, hunting and guarding, and if the time called for it, she would try her best in the gathering of herbs, despite how confusing the plants seemed. They all looked the same...

She was inwardly startled on the question, but kept a neutral expression. The dark dame doesn't confront on her own wellbeing too much, seeing as her duties were more important then a few simple 'feelings.' She disregarded them, but overall felt she was doing alright, "I am doing fine, ma'am." Desdemona did feel rather rough in the beginning, she will admit. The travelling to Morningside from her original birth Pack took a toll on her, but as she fell back into ease in a habitual ritual, the stiffness and tiredness fell away. So she thought, as she didn't feel the soreness anymore.

"I am. I will always be grateful to Morningside." Desdemona added in a serious tone. She was thankful to have meaning again, and felt warm to the Pack. She was prepared to be loyal till the end, and even beyond. The slender fae hoped her actions were clear on the loyalty she holds for the pack and to the wolves.

It felt odd to be praised, and she felt a warmth in her core by it. It was something Desdemona longed to hear from him but the words never came. One can put their whole soul into something, but gain nothing back. She learned to not expect much, but simply continue what one must do. There is no point in waiting for acknowledgement, but she couldn't help but feel it was nice once in a while to gain recognition of hard work. It only increased the determination she held toward Morningside, to work hard for the group.

"Morningside is strong," the dark fae commented. They have been through a lot, the disappearence of members, the lost leadership, and the temporary reigns, a lot has happened. Though they remained strong, and she believes they will thrive. Even if they dwindle, she will remain for the day they rise up once more. For her heart is indebted to this pack, forevermore.

"I bid you well ma'am." She would never hold back someone from their duties, especially not those of a higher rank. They held respondsibilities that she did not, and without them, the Pack is in a dissaray. Desdemona gave a formal nod toward the Matariarch, blissfully unaware of any questioning she held toward her particular past. She wasn't hiding it either, but the only few times she spoke of it was to explain herself, and the differences in culture. Where she grew from, was much different from here, and slowly was she trying to incline on their ways.