Moonspear akunika ⛰

"I hope you are fine as well." More or less Desdemona was getting used to the white swans way of talking. She was a polite wolf, who spoke of riddles and rhymes, though the speech made her think much like a child who nicknamed certain landmasses. However she had realized it was simply due to where the other came from. Together though they would walk even if they were different. 

When she spoke about the 'great salt,' long ago would she be confused, but as Desdemona grew to know more about her, she could gradually assume what it was. The sea, "No. I'm aware our ally lives by it."