Soliloquy had just spent the night sharing his brother's den because he was not allowed to sleep in his own. It was a rather shameful fact and one that only got worse when he left early that morning, catching breakfast for Isolde and heading to their den to give it to her. She wasn't there, and the scent of the place told him that she certainly hadn't been there last night. He could have slept in his own den. Nice of her to inform him of that fact. But hang on, where on earth had she stayed then? How was he supposed to be supportive as she wanted if she wouldn't even tell him where she was going to be?
He would move to begin his hunt for her then, almost forgetting about the hare he had caught for her but at last he would eventually trace her scent to a den and drop the meal outside as he prepared to call for her. Strange that the scent here was strong of Othello as well, stronger than Scorpion's own den had been of the white woman. He would cast thoughts of her aside however, mind focussing upon Isolde as he crept closer to the entrance of the den. "Isolde..." He would call softly in case she was still sleeping he'd stand by and wait, guarding den and food he decided if she was.
