Moonspear i dont think you know me

The day had settled, hot and blazing, shinning brightly onto her dark fur. She had a humorous thought of perhaps she should've stayed during the night until winter came, as the Desdemona nearly forgotten how unbearable it can be during the warmer seasons. Especially those who carried darker pelts, which was majority of the Ostrega's as well.

The guard laid in a shade, down onto her paws with closed eyes. A minor rest, she thought to take.