Phoenix Maplewood after dusk

She rested there for a while, a darkened body splashed onto the white path, panting heavily as she wheezed slightly. Desdemona felt pained from that slam and felt reluctant to get up, but her large ears heard the call of another. A song of request, one that needed to be tended to. No one else would after all, for only one remained in these haunted woods.

She limped, as the hit gave damage. Temporary, she hoped for as the wolf wobbled her way to the call. She had to get closer to even see the other figure, as they easily blended to the snow, but large amongst most wolves. Desdemona came forth from woods and gave a look at the other before opening her mouth, straightening upwards in an imposing structure, and with a cold voice asked the stranger, "What do you need in these woods?" Protective, she felt wary, and overly defensive on whoever came near. She didn't want someone to claim them, in the hope the others return on another day.