Phoenix Maplewood when time falls like the sun

"It is." She didn't comment further, especially upon being alone. It was best to have others believe there was few, it would lessen the possibilities of others trying to claim the lands. Though she did have to admit, it has proven to be difficult to mark alone, as it was quick to fade if she didn't do it on a daily basis. Her musk heavily saturated the forest, and she was pleased it would stay that way until otherwise. Until otherwise... When will that be, she wondered in bitterness.

When he took a step backward, Desdemona went forward. Though this time less hostile, and nodded on the neutral grounds. Though she would have to think, within these paths, where would prey be? She knew where small game would be in it, but the dame refused to let anyone step a paw in the forest. She could only stay silent for a moment, trying to remember a good place, "Follow me."

She knew of one, but did not know if prey would successfully be around there. Desdemona motioned for him to circle around the border of the maplewoods, indicating her snout to where a large amount of bushes laid waste in. They were snow-covered, and prickly without leaves, but when spring would hit, they were a sight to see. Especially for they held not only leaves, but the offspring of blackberries that drew the prey in. Birds and squirrles, vores and mice, and the occasional stray deer would mix into them. She did not know who would appear this time though, especially as winter is here.