Moonspear but be the serpent under it

There was something strange about this woman that she didn't understand. Dream-like, but she felt that word wasn't right, "I am Desdemona," the wolf started, "are you alright?" She couldn't help but ask this, feeling the entity the other had was concerning. To the spider, she looked dazed, like in a trance of some sort, perhaps lost in thought, or hidden with problems. It caused her to become concerned, a rare question sprouted.