Moonspear im not sure, honey.

"Yes it is." Desdemona nodded with a confirm, suprised a bit the small white child remembered her name, but held a calm facade. She heard her vaguely in the mornings when she as closer to the den, but as a woman who sternly focused on the borders, it often flew beyond her ears. She concentrated her large bat-like ears elsewhere, for any intruders. She didn't mind much.

"I am a guard," she so said, "defending the borders and making sure there was no intruders."