Moonspear a moving tale

An endless trail, she would continue the cycle till the night would hit, and she would retreat to a slumber. A track many had take- and some it would be there last. Dark paws trenched onwards, but her jaden eyes couldn't help but wander. She thought she saw life, something hidden away. A stone, enough for one to hide in, even someone as lithe as herself, could crawl in for a night of dreams. Though for now, she was unwelcomed, for another had taken it's final breathe within it's crevice.

Desdemona took a step back, and traced her eyes around, for a second not believing what had been found. Beautiful golden eyes could be seen, but so lifeless, it was a shame for who they belonged to, as it was someone without a life. She didn't know who it was- for she had not been in Moonspear for long. On her second day, did the wolfess find a body of a previous packmate.

Who was she to call, for whose son, or husband this was? The charcoal beauty howled out, to anyone to head her call. To the Ceberus, @Hydra, @Lyra, @Alya, the only one's she knows, and who may know the stranger in the rock is.