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She most likely was not the best companion to be against, as Desdemona wasn't a soft or plush wolf. Her fur was cold due to the upcoming winters, and her skin was muscled by the experiences she went through. Even her fur- perhaps sleek and smooth, might be a bit roughened by the new adjustment she is going through with this pack. A stressful time, she is rowing through, and trying her upmost best to serve to the pack. Even to a pup, that she did not know how to comfort.

"Sometimes," she gave a slow start, "those who stay behind, stay behind to protect." She didn't know who his father was, but from what she gathered over bits here and there, some did not make it in the fire that terrorized Morningside. She gave the estimated assumption that Radcliffe's father was one of them, "he wanted to make sure, you and everyone else, continued on." Desdemona tried her best to be easy on the words, but she never would know how to truly comfort.