Moonspear i pledge to thee'

Desdemona followed him, her ears flickering upon the sounds of crunching branches, and the smell of it's trail as they cautiously followed. There was nothing to fear, as two wolves held a high advantage over the fox, but if it was wary, could run at the sound of them. She wondered how smart this one was, as it wasn't wise to settle upon a mountain infested with wolves.

The silence crept the two, but it was peaceful for herself who was used to quietness of the mountain, as  she patrolled many nights alone. Her jades focused on the looks of something smaller then themselves, when she perhaps saw something, but the bastard wasn't sure. Desdemona nudged her partner in this hunt, and pointed her paw west, perhaps thinking the fleeting figure was going that way.