Perhaps We're Not Alone

The small dame pulled herself out from under the hollow, and Othello stepped back to allow her some room to breathe. Even though she had many swinging moods with this pregnancy, she found that she had a soft spot for other females, even more so those who seemed to be experiencing what she was. To relay messages and to share secrets, this is what she wanted. The dame seemed to be nervous about others being about, and she sat upon her rump as the girl relaxed. "No need to worry love, we are far enough away from the pack lands that they should not bother us. Plus, we are big strong gals, we can fight them off." She teased, winking at the dame before her.

Othello's elongated tail curled around her rump and came to rest on her paws, blocking out most of the chilly wind that nipped at her toes. The one nice thing about carrying in this season was that her big belly provided her with a little more heat. She was perfectly comfortable in the winter snow. The dame spoke, telling her that she did indeed think she was someone else. Was she hiding from another? The pale female kept her wonderings to herself, thinking it to be rude to ask her who she thought she was. Then the question came, asking her if she belonged to the pack. Now that was a rather hard one to answer... "Sorta..." She said, her eyes rolling at the thought of the pack. She hated large groups with a passion, and tried to stay out of the way as much as possible. "The wolf that I am with in there, so I stay with him along the boarder of the pack. I'm not too keen on groups." She admitted, shrugging her shoulders to this stranger.

Violet eyes met teal ones as she realized that introductions had not been made. "I'm Othello by the way, nice to run into someone who shares my condition." She said with a soft laugh. She did not push for the dames name, she seemed skittish in nature and Othello wanted her to be comfortable around her.