After coming home, Desdemona was quick to fall back to her patrols, but she also doubled upon them. She stayed up later, and paced faster to each side. Now, she also added the Glen far more then usual. At times she would perhaps glance at when passing low on the mountain, but now would venture into it more often.

Hearing about The Saints and Ursus caused her to be more cautious. She wouldn't dream of anyone to disturb Moonspear, but the guard needed to be extra precautious.

Desdemona wasn't expecting someone to call- especially at the glenn. It sounded directly to Moonspear, so she approached so. The figure was brown, with a somewhat mask through sharp, attractive orange eyes. It was strange to see someone so colorful, the most she had seen was Bronco. 

"This is Moonspear hunting grounds," the long-limbed wolf said, "I am Desdemona, a guard. You have called?"

What an odd name, suiting to the poetic man, "No. I am only a low-ranking wolf of the rulers, Hydra and Dirge." While technically she was of middle-ranked, the woman always counted herself as someone of a lower-status then all. What was given was an honor, but never did the Moonspearian let it go to her head.

She was to remain a bastard- through dust till' dawn.

"What do you need of Moonspear?" Though she didn't cut around the bush and got to the point, a man with floetic words always needed something.

Information he gathered. She understood the need to especially if they were living nearby, however it seemed to be temporarily. Desdemona thought to inform Hydra later, "Moonspear lives at the mountain," she corrected, "these are our hunting grounds."

"What is your packs name?" Though if he asked for some, she would want some back.

"How many are with you?" Though they are looking, it seemed they would find temporary residence. If needed for that, are they a large group? She wasn't too worried about neighbors, as they have Neverwinter quite close, and Kaistleoki a bit far, with Yuelong at the coast; but she wanted a mental note of the size.

"Kingslend is an interesting name," she also commented.

It was not just a small group roaming, for 12 wolves that was quite a lot for a travelling party. She was rather pleased to be able to find out about them, and mention this to @Hydra on a later date about the wolves of Kingslend. They seemed rather friendly, and did not settle closely to the mountain; most likely not an enemy.

"This glen is our hunting ground, I advise you not to let your group hunt here." Desdemona offered a word of advice, if they did not want to be on Moonspear's bad side.

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"It has been a pleasure, Cenric." She nodded back to his dip, though yet to leave. Diligent as she was, Desdemona watched the man disappear from the glens before returning to the mountains. He seemed smart enough not go against Moonspear, but she knew many hid behind a sweet smile with wicked thoughts. She would hope, he was one of the better men.

Momentarily did she think of their group though, Kingslend.. An interesting name, Desdemona was curious on where they would go to next. For now, she'd report to @Hydra, on meeting the fellow and their group.