He?d let himself out of the den early that day, his form slipping from Othello?s grasp. He?d felt so close to her since the day he?d brought Atka home, the revelation he?d given her almost taking himself by surprise. It really shouldn?t have though, he knew how much he cared for her but voicing it was something odd. Still, he?d get her off his mind by going to search for his brother, hopefully his glittering jewel would be as fast asleep as Othello. Bright yellow eyes would catch sight of the pale boy setting out of his den, Isolde would not follow. Scorpion would smirk as he approached, wanting to drive his brother off course of whatever he was doing. "Hey, what are you doing?" He?d nudge his shoulder somewhat roughly, "Got a bit of time to talk?" He wanted to go over his thought?s about Othello?s idea.
