Phoenix Maplewood pls&ty

its ok!!

The wolves in Morningside were too nice that she couldn't help feel she was wrong despite not doing anything. There was an uncomfortable yet warm feeling that occupied her chest, and she didn't know whether she liked it. It simply felt odd... Desdemona nodded along toward the answer to her question, as well as adjusting herself toward these unusual feelings.

Their ranking system was far from what she was used to. Maybe it also explained their kind characters, as instead of using gamma and delta of the sort, they simply called everyone a Comrade. Though simply because because she was raised with a different heirchy, Desdemona felt it was wrong. It sounded too nice to be true, that her gut battled in unease that this was wrong. Of course, she would never express this outloud and only silently listened with a serious gaze.

With a firm nod, "I understand my liege," from what he said the pack sounded like most were equal, but Desdemona could not yet break away from the formal titles, "I am ready to dutifully go toward any tasks that are presented."

'Morningside sounds... Delightful.' Words she would never say outloud, especially not in front of leadership, but they were her inner thoughts of the truth of this Pack. It truly seemed too good to be real. The warm words she thought dare not cross her facial features either, as she remained stoic and serious.