Firefly Glen my damn hole.

A black wolf approached, but they were not an Ostrega that Desdemona knew, but smelled of one of the Fireflies. She figured Osiris gathered numbers that were not only from the mountain, but outside as well- Moonspear was a popular place to venture to, she couldn't recall how many times the border has been visited. Suspected that many would take a chance to join the next best, the Glen that the Ostrega's claim.

"Yes." She nodded to the black wolf, who the guard took note of the x scar upon her chest. Internally it was a nod, though remained with stoicism, for she assumed the other was a warrior of sorts, "I am Desdemona, a guard of the mountain."