Phoenix Maplewood oh she dreams

The dark wolf wandered, her paws followed the same path they once did. She looped the abandoned area, as so her patrol routine requested to do every morning, every afternoon, and once again at night before her jades were to rest. Even without the others, she would not fail her duties. Even though they were gone, Desdemona would mark, and she would wait for them. Wait for their return.

Such a shame she was alone, as her slimmed neck rustled upward as a glare grossed onto her dark face. A turn from the usual corner, but an anomaly breached her vision as a figure not of wolf, and not of Morningside was in front of Desdemona. The scent of a pack have faded, and the predators have entered the zone. She felt it would be foolish to chase a cougar away, alone, but she felt her loyalty toward the place made her desire to challenge the cat.

The dark lass stood her ground, a snarl crawling to her maw as she glared ahead, contemplating to be foolish and challenge, but keep the forest safe from predators. There was no one to protect.. But she desired to keep it safe, for the day they return.