Moonspear You ain't even here to party

Desdemona returned from the mountains, unsuccessfuly catching yet another prey. Her streak had been failing as of late, and so terribly that she couldn't even properly catch a rabbit. Was she that old? Surely not, perhaps more of a finer adult, but her bones yet to creak, and she had not settled down fully.

Perhaps dulled..

During these times she resulted into cracking leftover bones the spider would find along the mountain path, turning her fustrations into grinding them down. Sometimes she would run across mountain paths, a perfect jog, or otherwise stretch in morning yoga. All had been done, and not wanting to overexert herself, she crawled back up to the main space with a large bone.

Coming up, Desdemona caught sight of one of Hydra's second litter. She looked over curiously at the pitch-black pup named Mira.