Moonspear a cursed bloodline.

"It has been ingrained into my borns since birth, to the point even my littermates fled without a word to me." Her voice cracked a bit at the thought of them. Days in and out did the two plague her thought, knowing that they were possibly alive somewhere, but seemingly not wishing to reunite with Desdemona. She remembered the day she thought to see Othello's shadow, and chased until finally, she gave up. Upon returning;

Morningside was gone.

She was thankful to Hydra, who said to discard what the past was. However at the same time there was a bitterment within her heart, for not too many of the Ostrega's could understand the hardships that were outside the mountain. Born and raised in so, how could they have such a difficult like? Though she too, understood the hypocrital thinking, as life itself as a wolf, was never easy.

"I don't think i'm strong enough to do that, Hydra." How the words warmed her heart, and a pitiful smile could be seen from the wolf, who continued to call herself a bastard.