The dark had hit the snowy world, and jade eyes glanced upward between the leafless branches at the cold sky. The air fogged by her breathe as the wolf let out a deep sigh upon the sight, and then looked away from it's awe. Days have passed but she did not see anyone, nor' hear of them, or catch a wiff. She felt pained, knowing those few days of trying to find him outside of Phoenix Maplewood led to such a.. Desdemona didn't know how to phrase it, but perhaps abandonment would be correct. Unaware of their change of location and Morningside joining another pack, she could only feel hurt, and abandoned by them all. Though she could not blame them, because it was her, who had left first.

But she clung on hope, despite feeling like this. Simply thinking maybe they'll be back, and she will be here, as promised, waiting for them all. Through the cold and warmth, the dark and light, she would be here, waiting despite knowing, no one may come. So the wolf lifted her dark and small paws, and trudged through the maplewoods, patrolling an abandoned forest.

She was surprised a howl of summons came to be, despite knowing how the scent has faded quite much. Even when she tried, she knew that one wolf alone would have difficulty continuing this scent all around the forest.. But alas, she has been recently trying. Desdemona thought maybe her scent took to place once the howl came to be, and almost felt relief that she was actually reclaiming the abandoned land.

The slender, dark bastard slunk out of the woods, her figure obvious against the white ground. She glanced at the unknown figure with her cold jades before speaking up, "What do you need in this land?" She asked in an almost demanding voice, as Desdemona was a bit defensive on the maplewoods, especially since she was alone.

Though what was taken note, she could smell them on his pelt. Valette and Greyback, she faintly remembered. Did they send another ambassador?

When he backed up, she stepped forward. It was clear she felt herself the need to be more of an elite then of the usual peasant-play she did in Morningside. She didn't hate acting like a lesser-being, for it felt so natural to do so with herself in the Pack. She was simply glad to be accepted.. But it wasn't the same when it came to outsiders, which she especially showed a different, more aggressive side to her usual seriousness. She especially needed to show dominance, when it was currently only her. Desdemona of course, would not let him know.

She watched, almost analyzing him during his words, remaining in silence. Only when he finished, she asked a question, "Are you from Easthollow?" And ignored the rest. Desdemona wasn't playing the good host.

The scent was right on it being an ally. She gave a nod of approval while muttering, "I see." While still a bit guarded, her tension eased up just a bit finding out where he was from, thankful that King was from a pack she knew as Morningsides friend. Though she didn't know if that still stood with the rest gone, and one defending the borders. Nontheless, she learned from the short time of being here, it was best to be nicer toward them. However being rigid has always been, and will be her nature. Dropping a serious attitude is not a simple task.

"My apologies," her tone twisted to being a bit more polite, "I am Desdemona, of..." she hesitated, "of Morningside."

"It is here." Her jades slowly drifted to the woods behind her. Quiet, and dead, a haunting presence took the forest as there was only one individual remaining in the area. Even still, she used the Morningside name despite it resting in a grave, disbanded and discontinued. Though most likely if she heard that the other did not know of the pack that once resided in the maplewoods, she would be displeased. Especially now knowing, he is part of an ally.

Her gaze then drifted back to him, as Desdemona focused back on King.

She would not be pleased if she knew of his pity. Desdemona believed she was being a guardian, a protector, and doing good as she alone, protected the forest. Her thoughts rototed around the duties to keep it safe, mark, hunt, patrol, keep others away. She waited, but couldn't admit to feeling lonely, or hurt by the empty woods. Her mind, was preoccupied with the duties she had. She didn't want others to see her as a pitiful wolf.

Though he chose correctly, and she felt less hostile toward him with the polite phrasing. Though with noble words of etiquette, Desdemona was a bit loss on how to respond, admittingly. She could only give a nod of responds while waiting for his next words, and patiently listened. She of course, knew of Easthollow, and remembered the fellow named Greyback. A large man, who looked like someone of sophisticated blood, much unlike her own, "Another day, perhaps. I am needed here."

But visiting at a crucial time, was something she could not do. No one else would protect the woods if she was gone. It was her duty, as a member of Morningside.

If she was less rigid, she would invite him for a meal. To stay the night, but Desdemona was strict on her ways, which was to let no one into these woods. Even a nice fellow like him, an ally, who knew of and was of Easthollow, would not be allowed to stay. She felt well enough he wouldn't cause an issue, and she did not need to remain in such a hostile form with him, but she had no desire to be 'friends.'

"Farewell." She gave him a nod, and a goodbye as he strolled away, assumingly back toward the his home. Her jades continued to watch, until there would be no more, and only then, did her dark figure slink back into the empty forest.