"Has it been that dull for you?" She suppose she hasn't seen Atlas in quite some time, nor' many in a while. As she now adjusted back to the day-time, wolves were more easily seen, however majority of life has maintained the same as it seemed, "Antares told me there was a cougar attack a while ago." She definitely wasn't apart of the daily newsfeed being away into the nights, but now it was nice to catch-up more.

"It is a beautiful view, but lonely," Desdemona confessed.

Desdemona moved a bit to let the yearling stay beside her, accepting his company. He reminded her of Hydra, in the way they both produced a noble persona, but he was broader, and instead of the midnight blue, a golden glisten from his gaze. She could already tell as he grew, the feircer he would look.

From what she understood about Ostrega's, while they enjoyed the peace, it seemed they were.. Impatient, but in the way they had a thirst for action. Especially from the younger generation, as it seemed they wanted to uphold their own legacies, just as the Queen has done, "Have you thought of scouting outside the spear?" 

She would never ask if he desired to leave Moonspear, as she would never do so either- though scouting, was another thing. Remain loyal to the mountain, but see what was out there. An experience, to the outside world, something she has already done.

"You cannot prevent everything-" Desdemona looked at Atlas, before her gaze drifted to the sky. He reminded her how she previously was at the black forest, thinking her role could prevent her siblings destruction. A hope to a better life, but striving toward that, she didn't realize her entire family had disappeared along the way. She still wonders, what the two are doing.

"But it's fine to stay here, especially if you are happy." She had no intention leaving, as her life was now pleasant within the mountains. She wouldn't want to waste such comfort, and the trust she gave to Hydra. Though Desdemona will admit, she has had trouble settling routes here, believing she had no one to call a 'friend,' much less a famiy.

"It's up to you what you feel that is. My life has always been a guard, and it is what I continue doing here." She felt every wolf had their own duties, but not everyone could find it so. She always knew hers since birth, which was to serve and to obey. Like a droid, robotic in motions, but she was improved in many ways. Before, Desdemona would've kissed Atlas's feet, and pledged to him as 'my liege,' for simply being related to the Alpha. Though now, more tame, but still as loyal.

"The winter feels more pleasant compared to the summer heat." She noted, nodding to so. With winter coming they would have to catch outside of the mountain, usually at the glen. It also was far more pleasant for the mountain wolves, as many carried dark pelts, and the summer was simply exhausting.

"I agree- perhaps we should go hunting before the season changing." Desdemona said, inviting him to a hunt. It's been some time since she has with anyone, perhaps now it was the chance. She was once a tired guard, ready for sleep, upon now seeing Atlas and talking, she was awake and charged.

Perhaps a good work-out could null her back to sleep.

"I smelled some rabbits east of here, and a few wandering geese to the west- take your pick." She had smelled them so, but on the tipping point of a sleeping state, opted not to. Though now awake, and more hungry, Desdemona pointed out the options he could take.

She nodded toward the preferenced pick, and followed west of the mountain. She wondered if they were simply a wandering flock, as Desdemona remembered that wasn't many rivers or streams in the mountain, much less a lake which is they preferred (so she thinks). Though they were quite delicious, she hasn't met many who didn't enjoy a nice goose for a lunch.

Taking the lead, she lurked low to the ground, her large ears perking high to the sound of their squaking, and nose pressed to find any scent of them. The trial was getting closer as the two went forward, and so the guard stopped. She flickered her nose in a direction where one could hear the rustle of wings and quacking of scwabbles; they had found them.

The two dark warriors were at perfect positions, and took keen notice of Atlas's hunting frame. Hydra had taught them well, as she was one of the best warriors in the wilds, there was high expectations for her children. Her gaze wandered back to the geese, and an ear flickered. The signal was set-

Desdemona darted forward. She was a rather lithe wolf, and while priding as a guard, she dealt better with terms of speed and stamina, then of muscle and mass. Training had helped her tones well, but she was always more of a night prowler. Her mouth opened with a snarl as she latched her fangs onto it's flying leg.

"You are a good hunter." Desdemona complimented as Atlas made the finishing blow. There was marks near the leg, and a visible neck snap from the shaking he had caused, but they were successful overall. She offered him the first bite, "half for us, half for the cache."

As it was quite large the two would get a pleasant lunch, but she thought it was a waste to savor it themselves and mentioned to bring the rest back for anybody else. Perhaps any younger siblings he possesses as well, may want a taste. Geese tended to be quite a delicacy for some.