Desdemona does not leave the mountains too often, constantly guarding the edges of Moonspear, and diligantly making sure no intruders pass by. Though, the rain, never seemed to stop. Even in the mountain which was savored away from the possible flooding, she grew curious, if that possiibility was elsewhere.

Temporary stepping away from her duties, the guard stepped into the glen. It was night, and raining, there was no fireflies she could see, only endless, murky, mud.

Desdemona saw a figure, but low to the ground in a hunting-like crouch. She narrowed her eyes to the figure, and lifted herself to get closer, "This is Moonspear hunting ground," she said, to the other, "you are not permitted to hunt here." Movement across the land was one, but this was the mountain's ground for prey.

She was guarding it all, and warned the other.

"Moonspear has been here far longer then Neverwinter ever has," Desdemona replied matter-of-factly to the icey-gaze of the woman. The name was unheard of, and thus, a baby. She looked down at the dark wolf with her own forest-green eyes, a calm expression while replying so, "if needed to, I will prevent it going further."

It was a threat, and a warning. If she didn't cease her hunting, the spider was willing to personally, remove her from the glen. It was something that would be informed to Hydra on a later date.

Desdemona continued with a dominating stance, much unlike the usual nature she would take upon the guard. When Osiris came, she sunk back a bit to let him take reign of the situation. She wasn't one to properly lead situations as so, and only to prevent what is needed. Preferred the brawny part, then the brains, despite her size being more slick then of bulk.

With a silence, the panther watched the girl leave. A satisfaction rose within, despite the stoic nature she held.

"No," she shook her head. It was hard to smell regardless due to the weather, but even if she could, Desdemona didn't know their pack. "She said she is from Neverwinter," a place she never heard of. The guard momentarily forgotten the fact she has had, in fact met them long ago. They came asking if the Moonspearians seen some wolves.. But that was long ago, and it slipped from her mind.

"Seems familiar."

She nodded in agreement, as many knew the glen has been claimed for Moonspear hunting ground for many seasons. Anyone who tried to say otherwise, was often met with rejection and scorn. She would treat the same, as it has been often marked by them. Occasional tourists were one, but wolves hunting was a different subject.

"No, I normally stay on the outskirts of the mountain." Even if intruders came to the glen, she wouldn't know too well. Most of her focus was on their main territory, but occasionally she wandered out. Very rare for Desdemona, however.

"Yes." However she didn't manage to travel far, as the first time being out, she encountered a pack-wolf hunting on their lands. It was unfortunate outting, but also at least properly protected the Glen.

"I wanted to see how far this rain was. It hasn't stopped." Everywhere was murky, even now she could feel the mud between her toes. She couldn't seen an end to it.

"No." It'd be one thing if it rained a few days, but it seemed like this one lasted for weeks, and was constantly heavy. Now the lands were absolutely soaked, "It can be assumed some areas have flooded." And others, ruined. A wariness to Desdemona. They weren't too worried due to the mountain, but even then, there can be avalanches and mudslides that can happen.

She paused, and sunk into thought, "Would this be a longer trip, or a day trip?" it was the question how far they would go. Desdemona would also like to investigate how much devastation this weather has caused, or maybe even if other packs have been affected. If it's all over, they could prepare for the worst.

Stocking up on prey and herbs seem ideal.

"But I wouldn't be opposed."

"There's a place i'd like to visit," Desdemona admitted, "It's over the mountains." While there was hesitation on wanting to go there, she also curious, and striving for a closure. She wanted to know who else lingered from Morningside, or if Sunny really did bring it back after all. She remembered that empty promise, and in the end, he never did come back after that day.

"It'd be a few days trip at most. I wanted to request Hydra, but never got around to it." She couldn't deny the thought lingered for a while, but never found the time to ask for it. She wasn't one to simply wander off, and come back like it never happened, permission was needed.

"Before I came here," she started, "I was with Morningside, so i'd like to visit their old claim." Though it was across the mountains, and to the valley. Quite a distance, and would take some time. She wondered if the trip should be after the rain, especially since how murky the wilds seemed to be. However she also wanted to see the extent of the downpour.

"They were nice," she said with a nod, "but too nice." It was something at the time Desdemona deeply cherished about them, as it felt so different from her maiden pack, "everyone came and go as they pleased, causing their downfall." Morningside simply let everyone enter their ranks, regardless of intentions to stay or not. Everyone could leave as they go, and it was nice.

Until everyone eventually left. Desdemona came back one day, to an empty forest.