Desdemona settled in nicely, she was associating herself with others, socializing herself more then she has before, albiet awkwardly, but making haste toward improvement. Though she realized; she never officially met all the leadership. The Queen was an associate from long-ago, as well as her sisters, and only recently met the one alongside her, the King, Dirge. However she knew there was another amongst the two, the Beta Arcturus. Only word by the ear she knew he existed, but never officially came to meet.

So the spider sought him out, to formally meet him, as she assumed he would be someone Desdemona would report to on later dates of importance. She wanted the right impression on being a subordinate, if the time came to take his commands. An active member was a must.

"I apologize." Desdemona did not realize she was following so passionately, only wishing to simply meet the Beta. Though the first impression she had given, was perhaps of a stalker-ish kind, though likewise; his tension towards her wasn't the most favorable within her jaden eyes. She thought perhaps it was best she didn't meet him, if he was so hostile by her appearence, "I had desired to introduce myself to you," but, since she was face-to-face, she would continue what was originally wanted.

"I am Desdemona, sir'." While not satisfied by how he presented himself, Arcturus was still her superior, and like she would to the Queen, bent forward her legs, and head dipped down to an official bow, a movement engraved into her body since birthright. A position, the bastard will, and always take, as she was used to the formality.

"I do not know; I had been gone for some time before turning." While she felt bitter against them, Desdemona knew deep within, she firstly abandoned them. It was a realization she wished to avoid for so long, but the truth came to be. Perhaps it was why she spent so long within those forests, only to be greeted by @Sunny at one point, with the promise of return. She too, left that day again.

"They were not. But they were the closest thing I could call a family." On a saddened note, she kept cold-faced despite the blue Desdemona felt within.

While feeling unresolved and bitter toward the previous group, she had been through worse, and shook it off with a shrug, "I would hope so," Desdemona commented, however cold and serious as she was, it wasn't of warmth, but neither of malice. She however, does have hope for Moonspear. Her life had not been of the best moments, and she only hoped that perhaps peace could be found in these mountains, just as she so urned to have, and couldn't grasp for long enough. She surely was trying, as the bastardly lady was trying to be of the best use.

"Have you always been here?" She redirected the question back to him, to if he was previously somewhere else, or always within Moonspear. Many wolves seemed to always be here, and never had left, or experienced other life. The mountain, was ruled by the Ostrega's, but Desdemona was not one of their kin. Jades followed what he had noticed, a spot of a fox, but did not comment, as neither did he. Perhaps a later visit one could do later. She looked back at him.

"Moonspear will last for a long time." She does not wish to seek another place of loyalty; how many places will Desdemona go to before finding the one? She does not think to leave this place, but like Morningside, she has fear it'll dimish down in numbers, and slowly fade. However the Ostrega's are large in number, and never seem to leave the mountain, so she knew the chance was little, but the doubt held a part of her. A fear, to have to restart it all. She hoped, to join the Ostrega community. He made her feel appreciated, despite the rocky meeting in the beginning.

"I have," the spider nodded, "let us seek it out."

Desdemona followed him, her ears flickering upon the sounds of crunching branches, and the smell of it's trail as they cautiously followed. There was nothing to fear, as two wolves held a high advantage over the fox, but if it was wary, could run at the sound of them. She wondered how smart this one was, as it wasn't wise to settle upon a mountain infested with wolves.

The silence crept the two, but it was peaceful for herself who was used to quietness of the mountain, as  she patrolled many nights alone. Her jades focused on the looks of something smaller then themselves, when she perhaps saw something, but the bastard wasn't sure. Desdemona nudged her partner in this hunt, and pointed her paw west, perhaps thinking the fleeting figure was going that way.

"Circle?" Desdemona whispered to the panther, as she slowly curved away toward in action. She thought if two were on both ends it'd have more trouble escaping, as both can lunge from either side and capture the foe. Though nontheless she did not want to be too close upon their lurch, for the risk of clashing when the hunt of foxes begun officially.

She saw it, it's reddened fur slip by, but she wouldn't let it. When the spider saw the smaller form try to creep away she was quick to dart after it with a flurry of fangs. Desdemona trusted Arcturus was in front to help, as she tried a lunge forward, the rascal managed to slip and dart to her side. She flew a bit, but not enough to recover in time to properly grab at, and only continue a chase.

There was shame, perhaps embarassment, but her face remained calm as she made haste in a revengeful taste against this fox. Her fangs bared as the Beta blocked it's way, and at it she went. It was quick this time, as immediate capture was an instant end- she wasn't going to simply let it be free, because foxes are sly, and vengeful, just as wolves are. It'd be back, perhaps with more.

It's neck hung in her jaws and she let it down, "there may be more," the spider mentioned to the panther, "perhaps should mention to the rest."