The moon hung high in the air, bright as the winter, and even more vibrant then normal. Her jaded gaze looked up in amazement, finding herself memorized to such a view. Shinning in the moonlight glow, it exaggerated her slim muscles, and charcoal colors. Even it's glow, can make the ugliest wolf feel like a beauty.

Desdemona could not help but raise her head, and sing a song to the skies.

And so someone joined her call, and admittingly so, felt embarassing. Her voice slowly dimished to nothing as her throat grown parched for the constant song to the sky. She followed to where the other may be, recognizing the voice as the beta, and moved along to greet him so.

"Jarilo," Desdemona dipped her head in respect as she approached closed.

Desdemona shook her head, "It was welcomed." While embarrassing however, "how are you on this night?" if she thought correctly, there wasn't too many moments when the guard had talked to the beta. Or really, any of the beta's that Moonspear had throughout it's long history. She faintly remembered Revui, and but a single hunt with Arcturus, and finally, the helm rested on Jarilo.

She doesn't know him too well.

"It would be a valuable lesson for them to hunt goats." She found them rather tricky to hunt. The factor was they were a valuable meal to many, though they were also aggressive and were quick to bump heads at a wolf. Many were rather different, but she knew majority held horns that were lower then an Elk, and perhaps even more dangerous to how close they could be. Hoofed prey in general tended to be a hassle, but a fine feast for any pack, "I look forward to it."

"Perhaps we could do a battle lesson, to interest any of the pups." With alongside the yearlings to give a shot, she asked about possibly settling another lesson amongst them. Hunters were valued, but now that Firefly Glen was created, most of their warriors were taken away to the fields as well. She would hope some from the younger generation would take a liking to being a warrior.

"It has been relatively peaceful, though it makes me curious on why it's so quiet when there is an enemy about." She directly referenced the Saints. It felt too quiet, and they seemed to mess with many except for Moonspear themselves. She thought about Valour and the desire for an alliance.. And it was laughable.

Desdemona was not a wolf of gossip, nor' really of politics on the matter. She only knew the layer of information that all knew, but barely any further unless she happened to stumble upon the situation. However.. She was curious on Jarilo's and Kukutux's situation. There was very few pairs within the mountain, Dirge and Hydra, Alya and Nikai, then finally the two. But it seemed more of an arrangement then a happy ceremony. Her mind drifted to when Kukutux offered to be a sister of sorts, another wife to the man. She of course rejected, but it was an odd offer nonetheless.

She wasn't born in the best circumstances. Her mother was not remembered and her father was a known cheater, but he did not take more wives, only whored around as the wife looked in disdain to all the bastards. A toxic homelife that she grew into, but it was the norm to take but one mate in life.

"Sailuk spoke to me moons ago, asking what I did. Though I do not think she is interested." The other children she spoke of her far more.. Childish, to say the least. The ghostly duck seemed mature for her age, much like to the motherly swan. However unlike the other children, she didn't seem interested in going further outside the territory or fight, just simply asked about Desdemona's love life.

A lot seemed interested in that recently. Strange.

"Many fear Moonspear, it isn't surprised they would rather keep low. I would hope they would stay that way." Confidence in the strength of their group, it wouldn't be wise to face the mountain-wolves.