A tin of red hung on her maw, as a small body rested in her mouth. A small hare, white as the snow, and as fluffy as the first day of winter, but as skinny as a stick. Not a proper meal, for the season was harsh, and she was reluctant to leave. Many of the prey were hiding up in the trees, and it was difficult for a large catch within the forest. If there was, she had yet to find the herds.

Her body had thinned since coming to Teekon Wilds, and especially so with this season. She knew it would be a difficult time, but Desdemona was determined to continue going forward. Stuck in time, but she wanted to live on. With bitter heart, she tore at the hare, wanting to please her hungry stomach.

She ravaged the rabbit, to the skin and bones. It wasn't a fulfilling meal, but it satisfied the hunger she had for the winter so far. It felt pleasant to finally have something in her stomach, and for a second her mood had improved.. Though when she heard a voice, her guard switched on, and she focused her attention on the intruder. It was clear she was not welcoming him by the bristle's on Desdemona's back, and the slow growl that erupted from her throat.

"Halt yourself." Her voice demanded, as she stood up in an imposing manner. Her head held high and a deep, serious glare at him. She was not pleased, "this is claimed land." She says this, but her scent alone surrounded the forest. Technically, for now, it was 'her' claimed land until Morningside returns. Until then, she would defend, even against an intruder like him who only desired a meal, and a friendly hunt. Desdemona wouldn't permit that in this forest, however.

He seemed harmless enough, she thought, but still remained guarded. Desdemona knew those who look peaceful may not always show how they feel, as many secrets were held deep within. She kept herself upfront on who she was, feeling that such secrets only caused unnecessary harm to oneself. Though, she normally keeps to herself, unless asked about. Such a nature such as the one before her looked to be the opposite, open and sociable, while she kept a stoic look on.

However, he bargained, and she thought about it, "Very well." Desdemona agreed, as long as it wasn't on the maplewoods, she felt it would be fine to join one on a hunt. Perhaps a bigger meal to soothe her rumbling stomache, "the outskirts will do fine." She responded, indicating it was okay to be near, just not in it.

"It is." She didn't comment further, especially upon being alone. It was best to have others believe there was few, it would lessen the possibilities of others trying to claim the lands. Though she did have to admit, it has proven to be difficult to mark alone, as it was quick to fade if she didn't do it on a daily basis. Her musk heavily saturated the forest, and she was pleased it would stay that way until otherwise. Until otherwise... When will that be, she wondered in bitterness.

When he took a step backward, Desdemona went forward. Though this time less hostile, and nodded on the neutral grounds. Though she would have to think, within these paths, where would prey be? She knew where small game would be in it, but the dame refused to let anyone step a paw in the forest. She could only stay silent for a moment, trying to remember a good place, "Follow me."

She knew of one, but did not know if prey would successfully be around there. Desdemona motioned for him to circle around the border of the maplewoods, indicating her snout to where a large amount of bushes laid waste in. They were snow-covered, and prickly without leaves, but when spring would hit, they were a sight to see. Especially for they held not only leaves, but the offspring of blackberries that drew the prey in. Birds and squirrles, vores and mice, and the occasional stray deer would mix into them. She did not know who would appear this time though, especially as winter is here.

Jades cooly watched the surroundings, as her ears twitched at any movement. She waited for the prey to appear around, with the wolf named Epic, but he decided for some small talk. At first she would not amuse the fellow, but he asked a question that made her give a questionable side-glance toward the fellow. Badger-steak? Desdemona assumed he wishes for the taste of badger, but thought it was an odd way to phrase it, "Badger is fine." She whispered back.

They were not out yet, as the smell was stronger, but the figure they sought for was not to be found, yet. Her jades casted near the burrow, frowning in thought on ways to draw out. It'd be foolish to simply wander into it, getting their face scratches, so she thought of ways they would need to draw the badger out. With no food to draw out, she thought perhaps noise would lure them out.

"Perhaps we could make noise near their entrance. Throw a few sticks, to make them draw out curiously." She almost felt embarassed for such a dull tactic, but there was limited ideas she thought about. There was perhaps simply digging snow at them.. But she did not know if that would bury them alive, or let them push the snow back. Maybe he would have a better one if her's was not well-planned,"one of us behind to drag it out once a head comes out."