Moonspear where has thout been through

Nightmares were a horrible plague that haunted Desdemona's dreams for the past few days. While the first few nights felt alright, the exhaustion was coming through. Her mind felt stressed, as she dealt with the heat, the patrols, the hunts, the spars, the communication.. A more social need this time, she saught out, but with an awkward pace in the right direction. The thoughts on needing to prove herself useful to the Queen, and feeling inadequate to what she had done.

Her head pounded as the morning came to be and shined down with a warmth, but a cold breathe snowed the air as Desdemona sighed to the sun. However it was a short awakening, as her long ears sprung up in alert, and jaded eyes cautiously, and shockingly gazed ahead, "Othello?" She called out in a whisper, almost not believing the name had slipped out. Though the figure, but faint, had been seen, and a wisp of his tail mockingly flicked itself in her direction, beckoning over. A white ghost, a beautiful bastard who she chased within the reality of dreams, and the hope of the past, "Othello!" Her voice rang out as she instantly sprung up, to lunge toward the silver streak.

His name repeating, Othello, Othello, oh my Othello, where have you been?

Desdemona is running outside of Moonspear, in the span of 3 days if no one intercepts she will leave the territory!