There was tension she could sense. The prominant presence of the Saints and Ursus, alongside with the disappearence of a particular child. She could only sigh at such chaos, and wondered what else would appear. Though she could not exhaust herself, as Desdemona was prepared to head further out from Moonspear to find said-child.

She munched on a small hare, cracking of bones between her jaw as the woman was lost in thought.

There was a child, standing distances away. It was not one of Hydra's, for they were light like snow, and the Queen's were as dark as the night. She knew Kukutux had children with Jarilo, and could only assume this was one of them. With a loud crack, her bone split into two, and fell to the ground.

"Hello," the guard greeted.

"Yes it is." Desdemona nodded with a confirm, suprised a bit the small white child remembered her name, but held a calm facade. She heard her vaguely in the mornings when she as closer to the den, but as a woman who sternly focused on the borders, it often flew beyond her ears. She concentrated her large bat-like ears elsewhere, for any intruders. She didn't mind much.

"I am a guard," she so said, "defending the borders and making sure there was no intruders."

"I do not mind," Desdemona said to the young girl. Especially since originally, the guard was simply eating. She was not at the moment tending to her duties, nor' minded the curious children of Moonspear. As soon, they too would find their abilities for the mountains. However, she also could not stop the other if they wished to leave.

Desdemona truly didn't mind, but she was not a woman of many words. Rigid and cold as many would claim, but she was dutiful in her loyalty to Moonspear, and preferred nothing else. So when the small child of Kukutux asked a question, she could only tilt her head a bit confused, "I'm not sure what that means."

Foreign languages were not her forte.

Like mother like daughter, she supposed. If that phrase was correct in way, it was surely showing now. A time she met Kukutux also had the discussion of a husband, a mate, motherhood in the mixture. But her stance always remained the same; she did not deserve the chance.

Desdemona shook her head, not dwelving too far into the reasons, "there are some who take in one, but there is some who remain alone. I do not intend to take one." Nor' expand any of the bloodline she has.

"It is alright." Desdemona did not mind asking such questions, rarely was she asked anything too personal. Though of recently the talk of her own life was slowly coming forth, and while she did not mind, there was a part of her that feared if she revealed too much, would she be scorned?

"The Ostrega blood runs deep into you, honorable and powerful, but my own is not so blessed. I am dirty, disgraced, and I do not wish to spread that bloodline. I would not put a male to that life, to be fatherless." She also found herself to be rather unlovable, and while it did not bother her; Desdemona knew.

She knew her smile intimidated others, and her cold nature drove away. However, it was simply who she was, and she couldn't simply change to a cheery wolf of the clouds. She was grateful, just to remain as a shadow guard to Moonspear.

"You look as if you have questions." Her posture laid in relaxation, feeling no dread or anxiety toward the questions the young swan was giving to Desdemona. The other only seemed to sunk in a silence, perhaps pondering her words that easily could damper in any situations. However, it simply felt like the truth about herself.

She would not mind if the other continued asking.

The other remained in silence, comfortably scratching her ear and did not go further. Perhaps she was wrong, but nontheless felt much had been said today. Not too many times does the guard talk about her own personal life, especially her home pack. The most she had touched was about Morningside, for that was a familiarity with a few in these wilds, but now it was but a distant memory that no one does except for herself, and the Cerberus.

Momentarily does her thoughts drift to Jay, Aditiya, Aviana, and the children.. However she has not heard any signs of them nearby, even the willows they once lived in were taken by fairies. 

"I'll be returning to patrolling, you are free to call me if you ever need assistance." The guard stood up as she looked to the white duck.