misery loves company [othello]
12-05-2014, 11:02 PM
By the way that the woman spoke about her growing belly, it was a touchy subject. Ah, she would try to steer away from that though. It was still early on, and the poor dame was so young. A lot younger than she was when she had her whelps. All seemed to be forgiven as the woman scarfed down the food, causing her purple eyes to grow wide. "Is your lover not feeding you?" She asked in surprise, her voice holding a slight growl. How utterly disgusting that was. It made her angry, her ears pinning flat against her skull. That damn man whore, getting this poor girl pregnant and then dumping here to fend to herself. "If I ever get my hands on that boy I will strangle him myself." It was a promise too. Stupid men... Isolde, as she introduced herself, thanked her for the meal. The woman simply shrugged, she wasn't going to eat it. "You needed it more than I did." It was then that she realized the poor girl was curled up in the snow. Oh no, this wouldn't do. "You shouldn't keep your belly so cold, come with me." Othello rose to her paws, stretching and flicking her elongated tail behind her before she turned. There was a den close by, one that her pups used to play in. The scent was stale by now, but it was shelter from the winter air. Looking over her shoulder she winked at the spotted woman, pulling her nose towards the den to point it out. "I am sure you will be far more comfortable here." Walk "Talk" Think |
