Phoenix Maplewood That's how the rumors began.

The guard dipped her head in a greeting, "I am Desdemona." She didn't hold a nickname like Eventide, and if the option came, she would prefer her given name. Something like Des, or Desde seemed to be unsuiting. 

Raising her brow to his sudden departure toward a mound of leaves, she raised her long legs to follow his excitement. Desdemona remained silent at his adventure, not minding the slight detour. She believed those who are young should enjoy what they can, and she didn't mind waiting. Even though she is young as well, the joy of a childhood was never there. She wouldn't want the same to any other wolf.