get ahead of myself

"its in our nature to challenge and be challenged" Desdemona would add in, her eyes hooded as she looked across the waters. rank meant little if it wasn't fought for. sure, you could get everything handed to you but where was the, well, challenge? everything tasted sweeter if one worked for it. be it underhanded or not. stretching out so her toes flexed idly, she'd give a soft grunt. "yet no packs caught your eye?"

if it was up to her, she'd suggest going somewhere with lots of children for Banshee to play with. socializing was important at a young age. pups learned the skills they needed to survive from others. she was not very aware if Risen had many children, else she'd also suggest Deathbelle to come back with her. though recruitment wasn't exactly her job. she had a basic existence thus far. "perhaps it would be eaiser to make your own?" Desdemona went on, raising a brow to her companion.