misery loves company [othello]

Othello would walk right in like it was home, quickly taking her place in the warmest spot in the whole den. A smile would play at her lips at Othello's next words. With out hesitation she would slide into the older woman's embrace, finding her underbelly warm and comforting. She'd nuzzle into her fur, not realizing how cold she had been. She didn't realize how careless she had been with herself until then either or how easily she could harm the life inside of her.

A shiver would run up her spine as she settled in comfortably next to Othello. "Ssso, warm.." She'd stutter with the hint of a giggle in her voice, dark gaze peering up at her with gratitude. An almost playful smile would play at her lips as she enjoyed the warmth provided.