misery loves company [othello]

Ah, so she did have siblings. She hummed softly, prodding each little spot along her back with her nose, as if counting them. "So all brothers then? You were the only girl in your litter?" She mused out loud, not really paying much attention to the conversation. Her nose prods worked their way up Isolde's spine. Giggling softly, she pausing in her poking and rested her head atop hers. Her tail swept around her form, snuggling the younger girl closer to her. She had never been this comfortable for quite some time, so relaxed and at ease. Othello was not worrying about much at all, just keeping her little fawn safe.

As she gazed down at the woman's belly, a sad smile replaced her once happier one. Perhaps there was just one other thing to worry about. It made her think of her own children, about how much she missed them. "My babies would have loved to meet you." She whispered soberly, curling even tighter around her spotted bodice. But would they be happy with more pups? Revenge had seemed reluctant to leave, but he needed to find his sister. It was Mercy who stormed off in a rage, stating that she wasn't cared about enough. She blew out a sigh, licking Isolde's ear absentmindedly.