Moonspear i pledge to thee'

While feeling unresolved and bitter toward the previous group, she had been through worse, and shook it off with a shrug, "I would hope so," Desdemona commented, however cold and serious as she was, it wasn't of warmth, but neither of malice. She however, does have hope for Moonspear. Her life had not been of the best moments, and she only hoped that perhaps peace could be found in these mountains, just as she so urned to have, and couldn't grasp for long enough. She surely was trying, as the bastardly lady was trying to be of the best use.

"Have you always been here?" She redirected the question back to him, to if he was previously somewhere else, or always within Moonspear. Many wolves seemed to always be here, and never had left, or experienced other life. The mountain, was ruled by the Ostrega's, but Desdemona was not one of their kin. Jades followed what he had noticed, a spot of a fox, but did not comment, as neither did he. Perhaps a later visit one could do later. She looked back at him.