Moonspear Every time we have no control

Desdemona had arrived with @Keres, a tag duo she recently realized always seem to meet when a call summons the mountain wolves. The two descended down, one like the silver of the moon, and the other, the darkness that surrounds it so. This particular calling was toward Hydra, though it was always known; that they come in a pack.

When arrived the smell of them was prominent, that her nape raised in a bristle, a defensive pose despite the more stoicism her robotic face always took. The one with the odd markings was undoubtedly recognized, a heathen to the very name a wolf could give, and the other, scarred and unholy, both remained peacefully at their borders.

Desdemona could only think the reason they arrived, for surely Valour returned in a hope. A alliance, perhaps? The very thought filled her with a scornful snort that she kept within her thoughts, for the group had attacks their allies... Surely, they are fools.

Tensions were high for those who came down, and Desdemona sat back as a guard.

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