Moonspear but be the serpent under it

"Those are words I am unfamiliar with," Desdemona admitted. She spoke names that seemed to be similar of commanders, perhaps warlords, but she knew not of these words. Hearing Packs with names outside of the usual system was an oddity, even Morningside was a pleasant change, but she also had a slight unwelcoming feeling on the unfamilarity. It was something she was to be adjusted to, and had been, before retreating back to the usual system. Moonspear felt comforting, in that way. She also feared if it was the same as her maiden pack, and if her own birthright would become the truth. She frowned noticeably on 'birthright.'

"You are not born in Moonspear, correct?" Desdemona questioned as the terms were definitely not one of these mountains, but somewhere far from here.