Phoenix Maplewood pls&ty

It was an odd request- in her standards anyway. It was always mandatory to call the leaderships 'my liege,' and one asking to be addressed by his name seemed a bit... Unbearable for her. However she simply could not bring herself to address him by his name. Desdemona met his request with silence, not even giving him a nod, because she didn't want to disobey what he said, but she also felt trouble on not calling him as such. It was a dilemna.

"Yes sir'." She simply couldn't bear to call him, but compromised with a 'sir.' Maybe there would be a time she could properly say 'Sunny,' but it wouldn't be anytime soon. The ways she was taught are far too deep, that if she thought otherwise there were moments it made her physically react. Though it permanently effected her emotionally. Desdemona could still feel at times peircing eyes looking over to her with a judgemental gaze. She knew there was no one looking, but couldn't help but look back at times when she was alone. They taught her rather roughly one could say.

She followed what he said and stood by, patiently watching for a fish to appear. Desdemona was very dedicated once a task was told, and thus had a serious gaze while watching the male fished. She watched him skillfully stun the fish by attacking it's head first before tossing it in her direction. It made killing it easier as the fish would not move as much. She caught, and placed one dark paw down to keep it in place. Bending her head downwards, the dark dame tightly bit at it's head, especially near it's eye, so that her fangs directly touch the brain. Majority of animals, once you bite the brain, it goes down. Though she faintly remembers hearing that some chicken still walk after being killed... She wasn't sure if that was a myth or not.