I'm Not Perfect, but I Keep Trying

He hadn't been too bothered by the loss of his children, they were old enough to make their own choices and if they didn't like him he preferred that they get out rather than stick around anyway. Othello's emotions were much more fragile though, and she had been devastated as they'd found that Revenge too had slipped away. He realized very well that her upset figure was caused by the birth of his brother's first children. Their scent would drench her, but he was unwilling to ask unless she said something. Soliloquy would give him any information he would care about or need.

Othello would easily make herself comfortable, pushing herself into his embrace. He'd hold her close to himself, kissing her cheek tenderly. "i've missed you," He'd rumble, it was the honest truth. A deep growl would bubble within his chest at her little nips. Smiling he would find his way to her skin with his teeth, returning her nips easily. Behind him his tail would lash with a pleased fervor as he pulled her even closer. "My, Othello." He would claim her verbally once more, needing to feel her against him.