The Heartwood the time is near. be warned.

The moutain was getting irate, as the woman were going into heat, especially the Queen. She was thankful the day had passed, as it had been wisked away by Hydra, but left on a more thankful note. She did not wish to continue the usual season, and would seek the same result when next year was to come. Quick and easy.. Though for another, it would be a long time.

Desdemona was a dutiful guard and sought to guard the Queen until the day would end, as surely many would crown around the spire for their plentiful females. Especially so as the Queen ventured down the mountain, she felt it was within her duties to follow through, even if the wolf was more aggressiv. The spider was thankful she yet to turn upon her own. So down they went, to the unknown.

There was a scent, but she did not know of it. Desdemona thought nothing until Hydra hissed out words of pure anger, and a vengeance hinting toward it. She knew naught of the previous empire that ruled Moonspear, only the current had mattered to the bastardly wolf. Like a thunder, she could hear the footsteps of force hammer at the ground, as she ran toward the victim.

No- not a victim. An enemy. If the wolf who she sought for dare hurt the Queen's own mother, the previous ruler, she would follow through to help in the revenge. Against one wolf meant the enemy of the whole moon mountain. She wanted blood, of this wolf.

Desdemona circled around, watching the bloodlust of Hydra come through and bare her fangs at the woman without a warning. Death was her result, it was not but a spare, but a sheer will of strength. She too, pounced forward like a panther to claw at the enemy, her growl ranging through as the two would decease the enemy.