The day was breaking in, as the light was only just touching the earth. She could feel the warmth of the sun on her eyelids as Desdemona delicately crept one eye open as she peered out onto the brigthened world. Still dim, but for her, it was the beginning of the day. She was an early-riser.

The spider stretched out her limbs and let out a yawn. She felt stiff, and momentarily jogged within place to get a good feeling within her joints. She wasn't a fool to mess up the one body she had, and Desdemona had her early routine. 

Now she was ready to patrol.

She supposed daily routine was not a regular activity for the peaceful wolves of the spear. Though for Desdemona, it was something that kept her sane within the old forest of her maiden pack, a way to get the mind off of all else. It felt refreshing to get the sweat on and energy high within the early mornings, a mediatation period of preperation. Later it would continue at times, within a run around the mountains.

"I am fine," the spider said cooly, reassuring the other, "it is morning stretching."

"I start my day doing so; the events of the day are not required." Even if it was simple walking around, Desdemona does it every morning. A habit and ritual, she would never start the day without doing so, and felt uncomfortable if it was disturbed. She was thankful he did not stop her, only after she had done so and asked with a curiosity. One could never not be prepared, and she enjoyed feeling active within the legs regardless of what was to come. Hunting, patrolling, exploring of sparring, she would always be up for the par.

She noticed his leg, but said nothing. Plenty of wolves can manage without one albiet difficulty, especially loners, "sure." She figured though, without a leg balance would be hard. Though that itself was quite a simple feat to fix, and so Desdemona walked toward a tree, looking back to make sure he was watching. She lifted upright upon the tree, paws high up as legs stayed low. It was like a regular stretch on the ground, but lift upper paws high up while forcing legs to the floor, putting pressure upon the tree. It felt nice for her back as well, while slightly bending toward the movements. 

"it will be easier for you." When she was done and hopped off, Desdemona motioned him to the tree to do the same. Balance would be simple with it's help.