Moonspear There will come a soldier,

She shook her head, "no. I was previously hunting." Desdemona had not had the best streak when it came to her hunts. Majority were of the small kind, and she always thought to be quick on her feet. However each time the simpliest of prey tended to escape just before the grab- a shame, and an embarassment.

"Are you on a patrol? The spider asked.

They were both of quiet nature, but Desdemona was rather determined to 'socialize' more. Better herself, for the sake of adjusting to newer life. She was trying.