Moonspear hidden

Desdemona halted, and became on guard, "Who goes there?" Her voice rang out roughly, a demand to know who skulked about but did not let weakness slip. She knew by the scents there would be packmates about, but could not tell who within the dense fog. Jade eyes squinted through the white air, trying to see who it would be, or where they would. She could detect not one, but two to travel their way near her. The charcoal girl could not tell however, if they were together or simply happened to meet up- but nontheless, they seemed near enough.

She couldn't deny it gave her fustration to not know who was who yet, only being able to tell the difference between very few. Though most, including herself, tended to keep afloat to their own. Not to mention she felt weakened, tired, she wasn't in the best state if these were hostile entities. But with their smell, Desdemona did not believe so, at least.