Phoenix Maplewood long before the haze

Desdemona didn't mind being a tool to be leaned upon. It finally gave her somesort of use, though despite the joy she had a use again, her face didnt change; keeping the usual detached expression that at times narrowed in serious thought. So she simply followed along to where the Princess wanted, sometimes leaving to mark the borders or a small hunt of rodents.

Though... There seemed to be another. Desdemona showed clear hostility and caution when facing the strange wolf in the territory. They smelled of a loner, and did not know if the wolf before her spoke with another Morningsider. There was a faint smell of something else, but she could yet detect what it was. Her neck bristled besides Alya and face twisted to a snarl. She remained silent though, but wary, as the Princess before her spoke to the intruder.