Phoenix Maplewood flowers feat

She waited patiently, her gaze watching the terrian ahead for any sillhoute, and large ears perked to the sounds of steps. There was a feeling of unease, and she was not used to it. Her emotions were kept still and serious, but her heart thumped with a worry. Where they not around? Desdemona kept her ground, taking long breathes to calm her tense nerves.

Very slowly did her gaze drift over to the arrival, and for a second she looked surprised. He was a burned lad, patches of fur were gone from his gray body, but he still came out despite the injuries. She felt he was a strong lad, and her face regained her usual plain demenour of a serious manner. It was not her business to know of his injuries and simply ignored the matter to continue on more pressing issues. Was he the Alpha? Or a high rank? He smelled of a Pack, that was all she knew. When another arrived alongside the wolf, he smelled the same, and assumed these two were from the same place. Desdemona was calm, as she stood before the two.

"I beseech thee." She sank, her body dipped forward into a bow as she placed one paw forward and bent the other. The actions have been ingrained into her very roots, her movements were with ease as she naturally did so, "Alpha's of this land, I foolishly ask a request." Her voice was filled with the upmost seriousness as she respectfully spoke to them. Her eyes dare not draw upward as she set her gaze toward their paws, "I seek a place amongst your ranks, and hope for this acceptance into your pack."