The sun was just beginning its descent when the half asleep girl would catch the sound of her pups father. There was a pang in her heart as she took the message, her head lifting from her dark paws as she debated what she would do. Dark eyes would shift from the entrance of the den to Othello's form curled against her. It wasn't really much of a surprise that the woman had not woken, Isolde knew that voice. Though it hurt her heart to think of him she'd find that her paws would be pushed beneath her form and she was slipping out the den.
Her belly was much more rounded now, she had never been a big girl, and the added weight was painfully obvious. Her movement would not yet be effected, but her self-esteem would be. She'd travel with her ears at her skull, for a long moment trying to convince herself to return to Othello's warm side. Though as her paws brought her into the orchard's snow laden trees she realized why he'd call her here.
Soliloquy had hurt her far more than she had wanted to admit, his abandonment of her at such a crucial moment had crushed her. She'd find that her pace would slow as she caught his scent, her expression becoming more pained as she drew more near to him. Isolde didn't understand how he'd been so quick to leave her, it wasn't only her fault they had gotten into this situation. She'd find that a bit of anger had been thrown into her pot of emotions, she'd defended him to Othello but she couldn't to her heart.
With a deep breath her slender chocolate paws would carry her into view of the man, her expression would harden still unsure if she even wanted to see him now. Taking a deep breath she'd stop a distance away, here willingly but not amused. She'd find his yellow gaze, the hurt and the pain he'd caused her evident on her delicate features. Her lips would remain shut, but only because if she said anything she knew she'd cry.
"Speech"
