Moonspear hunger.

"I as well." It was truly a fortunate life to be granted within the arms of the mountain. So many strived to enter, and could not count how many came and left, asked for alliances, and fallen to the demise. It was but an endless cycle, and she was glad to be fully embraced into the ranks of Moonspear. While dear memories were held in Morningside, at the same it was filled with but an abandonment and weak leader mentality, and only Hydra alone, defeated those she held within her mind. She gleamed in pride.

"I normally sleep near the borders, though I have found an old fox den.. There is quite a few burrows." Desdemona did not have a preference in sleeping, as normally upon the feeling of exhaustion, she would generally simply rest against a rock or tree, not particularly retreating to a den of her own. Though she had found a comfortable place, and occasionally would sleep into it more often then not.