Moonspear Leland just got vaporized by a strange red light

The inked dame was curious on how the wildfire adapted to the mountians, for there was no straight line to run, only a series of jagged edges to run alongside. More to hide, she supposed as it gave memory to finding a dearly departed hidden withing a crevice. Desdemona only hoped perhaps the next one she would find would be prey, a might one to share to all, but a king would not fall so easily within the hidden lines, nor' a queen. She'd have to find them herself.

Slowly did she adjust around the mountains, finding her way around with a more ease. When a whine had hit her bat-ears, she made a short haste to see what was said, and took an easy stride forth. Desdemona emerged herself to the other- recognizing them as someone she had not formally met but knew they were but a yearling. A yearling who could hunt, as she took note to the blood sprayed across the snow. He hovered over the prey, seemingly about to gnaw at it, "A good hunt," she commented.