She raced around the mountain.

Her long legs gliding with ease, to the mountainous paths she has walked for so many moons.

A place she regarded with such care- but at the same time, felt appropriate being on the outside.

There was no ill-feelings, as she was not family, only a guard.

A thank to the Moonspearians for providing a home, and she in return, eternal loyalty.

And so, around the mountain the spider goes.

She looked back, one she saw a few days ago trekked behind. He urged her to continue going on, and she nodded, following so and picked up her pace as she could. Desdemona knew the mountains like she knew her own body. Each step was placed with precision, avoiding the more sloping areas of mud, and carefully onto the rocks that could help glide with ease.

She had looked forward upon avoidance, but then looked at him once more, seeing if he could avoid the mud and water.

He kept up, which was surprising, but also spurred a hint of respect from the guard. Though, there was a spark of rivalry within Desdemona, and she chose to up the difficulty. Around the mountain was one thing, but her pace started to go up, where it started to be more steep with the slopes. 

With long legs she moved in a lure for him to continue, but a look back, waiting for him to fall behind in some sort of slide.

She wasn't one to give pity. If they challenged, Desdemona was prepare to put them to extreme, like a soldier. She treated herself as one and any who challenged, got the same respect she gave to her own standards. She was impressed he kept up so far, especially knowing the Firebirds were not the mountain-kind of wolves. It took her some time to adjust, and more-so with the rain happening, it was difficult.

So, before letting him have peace, she tried one more trick up her sleave. This time, the spider-guard soley was leaping upon the layers of rocks that laid upon the mountain. She nearly slipped at one point, while jumping to the next, but managed to tumble forward into the grass for a softer landing, and pushed herself to continue.

Rock on rock, and finally, above the boulder for a soft ending, and waiting for him.

Could he follow?

She stopped on the rock, watching the wolf catch his breath, "You did good," she complimented. Even though he was out of breathe, and at times went around the boulders, he still kept up, and did the leaps. She was also a bit of of breathe, her tongue outwards catching some air while pateintly waiting for him to come forward.

Once he landed, a but clumsy, she regained a regal posture while complimenting him so.

"It is good excerise." She never really thought to climb area's for the view. Usually if she wanted so, Desdemona would ride to the top of the mountain, and keep where the denning area was. She only jumped rocks for the only reason of simple excerise, and to keep herself busy. Though upon looking he was right about the fog, which she only shrugged off.

"Does your home have mountains?" She asked questioningly. While assuming the Firebirds were more flatlands, there could be mountains around he had trained. Or, it was pure luck.

"No," she said flatly, "I grew up in flat pines." Desdemona did not say more of her area, showing a rather unwillingness to speak more of what her previous homeland had been like. It was a rather dark past to say, one she held with shame and bitterness. Though, it was flat like his, but not with swamps, but of lakes and streams, with pines all around.

"I train to adjust." She said plainly, like it was no big deal. It was how the spider felt, she had to train her way to be able to run the mountain with an ease.

She paused to think, as it has been some time. She vaguely remembered leaving her homeland when she was just a yearling, "I've been to these wilds for nearly 2 years," she said. If she remembered correctly, the next coming month was when she was properly of age of three. However it was a bit of time after that, she had been casted out.

"It'll be a year in a few months." The timeline was a bit blurry, for she found it a rather dark time with her incident with Morningside. Desdemona held a bitter taste against the maplewood pack, but also wondered how it's members were.. The one's she felt betrayed by.

"You were born here, correct?" It was a safe assumption he only knew of the motes.

"It is for the sake of having a home." Three packs in total, she recalled. Three packs, she pledged her undying loyalty to, and two of them, betrayed her so. She had no desire to continue this streak of constantly moving about, she only wanted to live in one area, and one area so. To prove herself to be useful, and to give some purpose.

That was her life, as a guard.

"I see," he was a native, "It is best to settle instead of movement," Desdemona said, providing insight to her own experience. It was advice she would give to any, not to aimlessly wander, but to settle somewhere as a home.

"Loyalty is hard to abide by. An area can always change, but the wolves cannot." That was her assestment of Moonspear, that their loyalty toward each other was unwavering. It was a family within the mountain, Ostrega's with strangers. She had to admit there was times when Desdemona felt like an outsider, but they never treated her with disdain or purposeful neglectfulness. It was simply, she wasn't family.

"Moonspear is a good place."

"Change can happen on small treks, but one will always have the same morals within." She found it wolves in their inner core could never change. The land they go to can always differ, to the ocean, to the mountains, to the grasslands. However no matter how much one can move, if they carry bloody hearts, they will always bring it with.

"Small steps to a bigger chance can be in place, but one cannot change the whole group." Even if one wolf managed to do so, she found it wouldn't work. There was always core within the groups, be it their loyalty, their strengths, and weaknesses. As one together, it is what defines the group, "they are defined by something together."

"I do not believe so." She fully admitted, looking to Bronco, before looking out into the rain. Plenty of wolves have changed, personalities shifted, but many remain with the same core. Packs may change leadership, they may reduce wolves, but how they were built, always remains the same. She did not believe it, as Desdemona has never seen it occur.

However, that is how she thought, "but if you believe it, then continue believing so." Her own core didn't change, but since coming to these wilds, she has learned a lot. Morningside was different then her own, as they were peaceful and welcoming, however in the end they were abandoned. If everyone can leave and come while they like, why can't leadership? And that is what had happened. Moonspear was similar to her homeland in the sense of power, but they carried more loyalty, and eloquence in strength then of a barbarian. She enjoyed that. They had their cores, that made them different. She saw no change in them.

She hoped Moonspear wouldn't change. There was a slight fear, despite what Desdemona stated.

"It is how I see it, but you can see it differently."

Desdemona didn't respond, instead she looked up to the sky, and then behind her so. The time was getting late, as they spent running through the mountains, and talking the day away. Not to mention, the rain that was pounding harder by the hours, "We should head back," the guard said, "it looks like another heavy downpour," and the mountains were a dangerous place when it became too heavy.