Phoenix Maplewood flowers feat

She hesitated. It took a few moments before Desdemona reluctantly got up, her face contorted to a noticable confused frown. He seemed like a friendly fellow, far from the authority figures she was used to. It brought a comfort to know she won't be mauled for a mistake, but it also brought an unusual uncomfortable feeling within her. She wasn't used to having... A free will, one could say. Friends were an unknown word in her dictionary. Her muscles quietly seemed to tense, she felt the urge it was better to bow then to stand... Though he somewhat gave a command? Not a formal one but... This internal battle caused her to stay in silence while locking her eyes on the ground.

Desdemona broke contact with the ground when he asked her about this patrol. The storm subsided, and she of course, regained her usual emotionless face while looking toward him. "As you wish my liege." The dark wolf dipped her head toward him; in her own way it meant a 'yes.'