Phoenix Maplewood the time of sun

A few arrived, some she recognized, but some were strangers to Desdemona. There was still much to learn about the pack, but she would digress it until other priorities were sorted out. Which was why she called despite being a newcomer, "my apologies for my unruly calling." She nodded toward those who greeted her, but proceeded to drop her head. She was not in a position to call them forth, but times were being desperate. No one has done anything, and she wanted to fix what was lost before it was too late. The slender wolf was determined in her loyalty. She raised her head back up and looked at them with her passionate jades.

"Aditya has not returned," she stated bluntly, as she was not one to know how to be delicate with words, "and we are without leader." Desdemona knew too she did not have a delicate touch, and looked at Timberlake as well as any other pup that approached in slight worry. Though she called them with reason, to help prepare for whatever change would come forward. They are the future, and deserve to hear it all.

Gaze scanned the crowd, "There is a time for someone to step up."