What I've found Abroad

He?d easily catch Othello?s attention with his vocalization, her elegant form would slip from the den with evident ease. She had regained her delicate frame once again and he couldn?t help but his eyes roaming her features. She would bring herself close, telling him that he?d disappeared. Another growl would leave his chest as he set the tiny she pup down. "You knew I was scouting." He?d comment roughly, his eyes still perched on his daughter?s gentle features. Othello would sniff her, a question of her history leaving her pale lips. "Her name is Atka. She?s mine." That was all he would disclose, he wondered if she?d take it as he?d claimed her or if she?d realize he had fathered the little girl.

"Scorpion's Speech"
"Othello's Speech"