A solid pace she traced around the mountain, rarely taking a moment to pause except for the duties one would carry. A cautious wiff for intruders, a passing mark, and a rare stare out, thinking she had caught something within the dark abyss there was. The moon hung high within the clouds, shining down on the charcoal beauty, but she did not have time to enjoy the scenary Moonspear had to offer, for she was a busy guard.

Duty comes before pleasure.

While startled, she remained stoic, and calmly turned toward the 'invader.' A thankful refresher it was not a stranger, she knew it'd be hard to combat within the hazy area Desdemona had yet to grown accustom too. Though while not formally knowing, she had seen him around, and knew he was alongside the Queen, as the King of this land. Dirge, she recalled, who ruled alongside Hydra. Per' respect, she gave a head dip of a greeting before responding, "It is my duty," she replied like a soldier, and felt the same words resound within.

"It is not an issue, day or night." All day, she would do since coming to Moonspear, though at times admittingly wandering to the surrounding territory to observe, and know what was about on the outside. Tonight would not be one of those days, for she grew tired, and body growing sore from minor exhaustion.

Though she did not have a sense of humor like he held, "I apologize." While lightened up since her first times in the wild, she was still serious and unnwavering, a laugh did not follow along with those traits. Perhaps there would be a day she could learn to smile and cheer, but Desdemona felt there was no need, there was never a reason to. 

"I have." There was no reason to hide it, she had been in various of areas, tracking her own path-line, finding routines, scavanging every corner. The more she knew, the more comfortable the dark dame felt in a new area- secure knowledge to gain ability to navigate was the key she desired to hold, "I wish to acquaintance myself with the areas." Not much of a conversationalist she was, but she tried with her dead-pan answers.

"I do not," Desdemona admitted to her inexperience without shame. She wasn't used to the mountains or the areas around, finding it difficult- but a gradual learn of the terrian, "My land was flat forests, one of pines, then of maples." She was used to the flat lands of many trees, and the endless forest they held. A run for miles, but now she must navigate the boulders and ledges, and pray to not fall downwards to infinity. 

"Are you from around?" Was he a native like many within Moonspear, or had he been with the Queen since young, and been within the ranks for many moons. Desdemona only hears whispers, of current and relevant news, but the past rarely came up unless a direct confront with another Moonspearian- which was rare for the lonesome bastard.

"I had already seen one disappear within the crevices, it is understandable." She did not know that mans fate, however, if he had fallen within it or simply sought it to be the final resting place for @Tye. Desdemona dare not underestimate the mountain paths, it was a large reason to avoid the pile of earth. She had no real desire to see the views, or find herself fallen, so she remained downlow in the pines and maples. 

Destiny took another twist, and here she was, up high in the stars, finding a ways to adjust to these mountains.

Her head tilted to the side unknowingly, and questioned the male, "I do not understand what you mean on 'when they come back?'" Desdemona had been gone when disaster struck, the earthquakes, the famine, all had been thankfully evaded. She was healthy, and lean, muscle roducing and body had enough fat to look well-fed, she was more well off then some, and did not think much on it.

"I was not aware," she flickered an ear, "I was not at the wilds for some time." She was fortunate enough to miss the whole event, especially an earthquake. Desdemona came in healthy, she was not a skeleton compared to some she had seen, coming to here, and a few at the Spire. Especially the more lad she found in the crevice..

"It is fortunate Moonspear has survived. How long has it been standing?" A year ago, Moonspear stood tall, and even now, it seemed like it would never fall. Even though they been through disasters held firm, and it couldn't be denied that it was an impressive feat. She wondered how long they have been around.

She wasn't sure how long her maiden pack had been standing, she didn't like to think much of them, but even when she did, Desdemona wasn't positive of her own origins. The only part she knew, preferred to kept away.. Disgusted and unpleasant, she hoped other wolves would not know of it. For now, as kind as they were, the woman left them unaware, and remained it that way till' otherwise. Even if the guilt hurt.

The earthy wolf listened and nodded. Despite peace may be, and the traumatic events passing, work was to never end. She knew there was always someone, or something disrupting the peace... Desdemona was prepared to protect it. 

There was not much to say from her, as the two walked in silence.