Moonspear she was a lost and found item

What she had assumed would become the truth, as Desdemona was forward to what she wished to ask, and did not desire to play mind-games or the word-play some would give, "I desire a place amongst your ranks," straight to the point she was, as she raised her narrow head and looked to the Queen directly in darken eyes. She felt her heart was on fire, as a jaden gaze set back toward the ground. She once said these words long ago, to a friendly company of maple-wolves, but they were no longer here. She could not forget their kindness, and what was taught. Especially, the courage that was given since leaving that place, a courage to look at the others eye with a determination. However the woman also learned, a loyalty was not always given back. This was the second time, and would not become a third. Only to one, Sunny, whomst she will be graceful toward, but he is only one wolf.

She desires company of more. A place to show herself, and to rise to become something, something other than a bastard!

The spider-like wolf desired more then simple company of one, but a band of many. A band of protection, of harmony and a place to rise! A place to mark her history, and become no more then just a dirty bastard in the eyes of others. She wanted more, a greedy desire of worthiness to outshine, and to serve. For if she were to give, they will give back. Loyalty is a two-way road, and she will only give to those who give back. A comfort, of a home.

Moonspear, would you give a bastard a chance, to set her loyalties to one land?