Moonspear hear me, hear me brother

The moon held high in the sky, and a nice breeze drifted through. She was near the end of the territory, quietly watching out to the glen. Now that autumn had hit the wilds, it was more pleasant during the day, and felt less horrendous for her darkened pelt. She could only imagine how it was for others, such as Hydra and @Atlas, but Osiris and his father Dirge, would have easier time and so.

Desdemona was not completely dark, she was long-limbed charcoal woman, unusually large ears- perhaps that was due to her bastardly lineage. It was not something she could hide away either, and thus simply ignored the oddity of features. It definitely came use to stalking, however, and prowling the mountain.