misery loves company [othello]

She would hear the gentle crunch of paws within the snow and her dark eyes would turn to watch the white she wolf approach. She smelled of Scorpion, a brute she had seen little of thankfully. The purple eyed goddess would approach with a rabbit, and for that Isolde would not be able to turn her away. A soft smile would play at her lips while she watched the woman come near, she would find a comfortable place quite close.At her first words Isolde's expression would fall as her ears fell to her skull. "Yeah," She'd agree in a quiet voice, they weren't supposed to happen. Of course the she wolf was forgiven as soon as she offered Isolde the meal, she'd feel her smile grow more fully as she wasted no time digging in to the carcass. Of course she had to remember her manners, attention would be brought back to Othello as she introduced herself kindly. "I'm Isolde," She'd say back softly. "This was very kind of you," she'd offer, becoming more curious of the elegant woman as she would eat.

"Speech"
'thoughts'