Firefly Glen my damn hole.

"A guard of the mountain..." Luna drawled in repetitivness, eyeing the woman with vast, curious eyes. She held an aura of stoicism that gave the raven goosebumps, and the hint of a smile she always wore on her face began to appear.

"Desdemona, It is nice to meet you. And my, the wolves of Moonspear can be quite the presence." She commented on the rather impressive guard the other had around Lunaria -- a guard she was indeed, and the woman wore it with a distinctive pride. "I am Lunaria of the glen; a huntress. Though as you might've already known, I'm new to the bunch..."