Whitebark Stream run wild

Desdemona's ears twitched at Shivali's struggle to find the right vocab. She presumed by it her language was different then her own, but she did not mind that. Everyone came from somewhere with different cutlures, and she who was from a different one, was accepted into a Pack that was very unlike her origins. Though while not showing it, she was a bit surprised on where Shivali said. Big ice perhaps equals to glacier, but the dark wolf did not know there was glaciers nearby... It seems she really does need to scout outward more.

She confirmed Siarut's assumption, "I am Desdemona of Morningside." Introducing herself once again, but to a different wolf. She was a wolf of courtesies, and did not mind repeating it. While he did not give his own name, she did not comment on it and only listened to his next words. There was a slight curiosity displayed in her detatched gaze, for they spoke a language she has never heard of. It confirmed her suspicions though they came from somewhere else- where, she could not know. Nor' would she ask, as it was not her business.

"I only came to the Maplewoods after the incident," Desdemona confessed to being a newcomer, "but they are fairing well." If there was missing wolves, she did not know. There were many facts the wolf has yet to be informed with, and she only knew bits of Morningside's origins. Other then that, the answers they might seek could not be from her.