Phoenix Maplewood the night begun to shine

She would not be pleased if she knew of his pity. Desdemona believed she was being a guardian, a protector, and doing good as she alone, protected the forest. Her thoughts rototed around the duties to keep it safe, mark, hunt, patrol, keep others away. She waited, but couldn't admit to feeling lonely, or hurt by the empty woods. Her mind, was preoccupied with the duties she had. She didn't want others to see her as a pitiful wolf.

Though he chose correctly, and she felt less hostile toward him with the polite phrasing. Though with noble words of etiquette, Desdemona was a bit loss on how to respond, admittingly. She could only give a nod of responds while waiting for his next words, and patiently listened. She of course, knew of Easthollow, and remembered the fellow named Greyback. A large man, who looked like someone of sophisticated blood, much unlike her own, "Another day, perhaps. I am needed here."

But visiting at a crucial time, was something she could not do. No one else would protect the woods if she was gone. It was her duty, as a member of Morningside.