misery loves company [othello]

Othello's touch would work to further soothe the dainty girl, tickling the skin beneath as she went over them absentmindedly. Her question going on, wanting more elaboration, "In my litter I was, I do have an older sister with no spots." She'd whisper quietly, almost lost in Othello's movements she too would barely heed the conversation. Had she been more aware she would have known the siblings she'd missed. The counting of her spots would end in a shiver as Othello moved from spots to holding her more tightly. Isolde would hum slightly, filled with a comfortable happiness she'd desperately needed.

They were bother rather relaxed as Othello's gaze would move back to her growing tummy, the words she'd whisper to her seemed impossibly sad. Isolde too would draw more near the pale she wolf, turning so her belly was against her and she could look up into her purple eyes. Dark paws would fit against her chest as she nuzzled her features up against her chin affectionately. She didn't know what to say, but she'd offer her as much love as she would need. "I'm sure my babies can't wait to meet you," The spotted girl would whisper in Othello's ear before laying her head back on her pale paws. Lips would turn up in a tender smile as she tried to rid her of the sadness.

"Speech"
'thoughts'