Call me in the afternoon

She was curled around the spotted dame, grooming her coat as she slept. Othello had always been an early riser, so it wasn't surprising that she was awake before Isolde. She was about to nuzzle the girl awake for some breakfast when a call came from the entrance of the den they shared. She let out a soft growl, uncurling herself from around her little fawn and glaring up at the white beast. Soliloquy. She sneered at the brute, walking up to cover the doorway with her small bulk. Bristling, her lips pulled back into a snarl, purple eyes cutting into his golden gaze. "Isolde is sleeping, and I doubt that she will want to talk to you anyways." The woman spat, looking the male up and down. He may very well be Scorpion's brother, but it didn't mean that he was going to be allowed to get away with anything. She glanced over her shoulder at Isolde, her heart growing more and more fond of her as the days went on. Last night she had been so upset, nearly in tears as she curled against Othello. She still wasn't sure what had happened, but the smell of the man before her had been all over her coat. Her attention cut back to him, jaws snapping together. "I suggest you leave her be if you don't want any parts of you missing." Othello was pissed, that much was obvious. She was also very protective of the dame behind her, and would fight this bastard back if she had to.

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