Moonspear There will come a soldier,

"It must've happened when I was taking a night duty." She hadn't heard about it and momentarily frowned at that fact. It displeased her so she had missed a crucial moment of defense, and definitely felt the need to amp her duties as so. Cougars alone were treacherous, no wolf by themself would be able to take them on. Even a group may shown difficulty, but with a pack large as Moonspear, it was feasible.

"Before here I was in Morningside," Desdemona started to explain, "it was just as peaceful but.. Very soft. They let everyone, and anyone in- which is how I met your aunt Alya, and your mother Hydra." They let everyone in regardless of origins. It was nice, and at the time she remembered cherishing it so, but now, she found it more.. Foolish.

"Before that, my home pack was not as nice. They fought each other, and also any packs. War mongrels." And she, was just a simple Omega trying to rise. Eventually made it so, even by the lowest standards.. However in the end, Desdemona is still a bastard.