Soliloquy had just spent the night sharing his brother's den because he was not allowed to sleep in his own. It was a rather shameful fact and one that only got worse when he left early that morning, catching breakfast for Isolde and heading to their den to give it to her. She wasn't there, and the scent of the place told him that she certainly hadn't been there last night. He could have slept in his own den. Nice of her to inform him of that fact. But hang on, where on earth had she stayed then? How was he supposed to be supportive as she wanted if she wouldn't even tell him where she was going to be? He would move to begin his hunt for her then, almost forgetting about the hare he had caught for her but at last he would eventually trace her scent to a den and drop the meal outside as he prepared to call for her. Strange that the scent here was strong of Othello as well, stronger than Scorpion's own den had been of the white woman. He would cast thoughts of her aside however, mind focussing upon Isolde as he crept closer to the entrance of the den. "Isolde..." He would call softly in case she was still sleeping he'd stand by and wait, guarding den and food he decided if she was.

She was curled around the spotted dame, grooming her coat as she slept. Othello had always been an early riser, so it wasn't surprising that she was awake before Isolde. She was about to nuzzle the girl awake for some breakfast when a call came from the entrance of the den they shared. She let out a soft growl, uncurling herself from around her little fawn and glaring up at the white beast. Soliloquy. She sneered at the brute, walking up to cover the doorway with her small bulk. Bristling, her lips pulled back into a snarl, purple eyes cutting into his golden gaze. "Isolde is sleeping, and I doubt that she will want to talk to you anyways." The woman spat, looking the male up and down. He may very well be Scorpion's brother, but it didn't mean that he was going to be allowed to get away with anything. She glanced over her shoulder at Isolde, her heart growing more and more fond of her as the days went on. Last night she had been so upset, nearly in tears as she curled against Othello. She still wasn't sure what had happened, but the smell of the man before her had been all over her coat. Her attention cut back to him, jaws snapping together. "I suggest you leave her be if you don't want any parts of you missing." Othello was pissed, that much was obvious. She was also very protective of the dame behind her, and would fight this bastard back if she had to.

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She would feel herself softly waking up as Othello moved from her side, the feeling of her missing was largely to blame for her return to consciousness. The sound of Othello's displeased voice would really bring her up, head would rise sleepily from her dark paws as she realized that Soliloquy was the one outside. She'd catch Othello's glance and would not resist the urge to move forward. It would become obvious that Othello did not want Soliloquy anywhere near the spotted she wolf. Head would tilt curiously as she nuzzled at the other woman's haunches, eyes a bit brighter this morning as she looked out to the pale man. "Thank you for the breakfast," She would offer quietly, she did say that she was willing to give him a chance to prove himself. Already it seemed he was off to a good start, at least as long as he could keep Othello at bay. "Speech"

It was not the sight of his beautiful Isolde that would greet him from the entrance of the den, but instead a clearly displeased Othello now standing in his way. Well that explained why her scent was so strong here and so stale back at Scorpion's den though what he couldn't understand was why Othello was here with Isolde in the first place. Yes it seemed she'd needed someone to look after her but why share her den with Othello rather than he? The white woman's assumption and reaction would not please him at all to be honest. Who was she to say what Isolde did and didn't want. She had wanted him to make an effort hadn't she, well how the hell was he supposed to do that if Othello was so intent on playing guard dog. "And what gives you the right to decide that?" He enquired not about to back down. He'd certainly would have to discuss this problem with Scorpion later however now he had to deal with her himself. Or maybe he wouldn't. It seemed that Isolde had woken up anyway, whether his call or more likely Othello's shouting but she was coming out. Apparently Othello had been rather wrong in her assumption then though he would restrain from pointing this fact out to her, instead focussing his attention on Isolde, certainly jealous of the fact she would choose to show affection to Othello and yet withdrew from him now. He would retreat to pick up the meal now, bringing it closer for Isolde to avoid stepping out into the cold too much. "Good morning" He would greet, voice softening now he could speak with Isolde though he would certainly prefer it if Othello moved away in general.