Desdemona. The one word was the only spoke on the long howl that slipped through her mouth. It was a short summoning howl, requesting her presence, merely for a chat. She would rest on her haunches, tail coiling around her as she waited for the new queen of Tortuga to appear. Her mind raced with the random thoughts. Her first impressions of Tortuga had been vast and mildly impressive, the pack had potential.



[ooc;; short post is short, but hopefully the next shall be longer. ;_;]

Desdemona had resigned herself to this day of obvious questioning and inquiries but she would handle them with patience, reverence and as much understanding as she could muster. The warrior had long since given up her days of ruthless bloodshed and the time spent alone had healed her, Demonio had filled the empty shell she had become with color. She knew she needed to speak with her beloved, but he would have to wait, because that conversation would be the longest, and probably the most taxing on the Queen. She needed to appear strong to her new pack, regardless if she felt uneasy or not, the call would come and the behemoth would answer. Gliding up, two toned eyes would flicker with recognition and then satisfaction as they fell on the familiar form of the dame. Hot tempered, but seemingly calm enough, the woman she had met in the wilds, Juno. Politely, she would dip her head in silent acknowledgement, a respectful greeting. "I see you decided to align yourself with Tortuga. To what do I owe the honor?" Speech,

The new queen of Tortuga hadn?t kept her waiting long. Desdemona appeared quietly, and Juno slightly inclined her head towards the queen, in a sign of respect as she spoke. Yes, Juno had chosen to align herself with Tortuga after all, the pack seemed like one that she would be able to be happy in and gain knowledge. She would watch the female before her for a few calculating moments as she thought about her words. ?It?s a pleasure to see you again, Desdemona, though I wasn?t aware when we last met of your new status to come, my Queen.? She spoke in a light voice, her eyes warm as she looked at the wolf before her with respect. After her first pack meeting as an accepted member of Tortuga, she had been interested in speaking with Desdemona on the terms of queen and subject. ? I see you came out well in you fight for power, which is more than I can say of some wolves who challenge. Surely that says something about your skill and thought.? Her comments were merely an observation as she thought about the whole situation.