misery loves company [othello]

As the younger woman curled against her belly, Othello felt the shock of cold soak into her pelt. She hadn't realized just how cold the poor lady actually was. Murmuring softly she curled her elongated tail around her spotted form, her coat fluffing up to try and exchange all the heat she could. As Isolde looked up at her and grinned, she did the same, nuzzling the young girl's cheek. "Its okay dear, I'm here now." She whispered softly, her smile growing wider. Since she was sitting all out in the cold, she doubted that the girl knew anything about caring for her growing little ones. "Do you have any questions Isolde?" She asked, her voice soft. With how close they were there was very little space between them, there was no need for her to talk anything above a whisper.

She knew that she had many questions when she was caring her young, she had no one to ask. She was left to her own devices, and had to figure it all out on her own. Othello wondered just what Isolde would ask her, if anything. Purple gaze roamed across the woman's form out of curiosity, eyes resting on those pretty spots on her rump. Letting out a soft laugh she leaned back, poking one of them with her nose. It reminded her of a little fawn. Mmm, what pretty little pups she would have.