Phoenix Maplewood That's how the rumors began.

She blinked at this request and cocked her head a bit in questioning, but answered him nontheless, "I do not." Though she wasn't sure why he desired to help. Desdemona assumed for pups, the repetitive task of circling the forest and marking surely was boring. However she wouldn't turn down an extra paw. The dark wolf didn't have that delicate touch of giving warm words, as she never dealt with pups. She didn't feel comfortable with the suppose 'baby talk' some would give, and gave him the same tone she uses for adults. 

"We will walk around the forest and mark,"  Desdemona frankly told him. Though she wouldn't tell him her usual routine consisted of doing this several times throughout the day. Remembering how she grew up, she didn't want to exhaust his growing form, as she once caused muscle pains from trying too hard. 

Desdemona proceeded to lift her head to look straight on, but not before giving a final glance at him, "what is your name?" she inquired.