Moonspear hear me, hear me brother

"Yes." After she said so her head gingerly tilted to the side in a more thought. She counted herself as happy, content with life itself. She had a home to call forth, a pack she was loyal to, and hopefully loyal to hers back, a place to stack her destiny- a claim, just.. Somewhere, she belonged.

Though it couldn't be denied there was something empty that was just 'there,' on being a guard. Desdemona didn't have that desire to move up, she felt firstly undeserving, and secondly knew there was always another more suitable in a role besides herself. Above all else, it simply wasn't something she cared for. She was not a sociable creature, but one that preferred the shadows and silently guard, it was a peaceful way of living for the spider-woman.

She couldn't figure out what it was, but something told her it had to do with the factor of her missing siblings, and maybe the simple absence of friends and family.

"Perhaps I need more friends." Then after so, she silently said the truth.