She could hardly believe the moment alone she was granted as Soliloquy disappeared with caesar and colette, though a dangerous combination she would not have advised, and Speare was off on his own as usual. Isolde would take full advantage of the situation, that morning she would go out and catch one of the wild chickens that roamed the range still, they were rather feathery but plentiful. The taste was rather decent as well. With her prize she would find her way back to the den, knowing it would be empty but finding quite the surprise when she found Shakespeare's little brown body sitting outside.
Tilting her head slightly she would trot up to him, dropping the meal beside him as she cleared her mouth to speak. He seemed so down. "Now, why do you look so sad little one?" Her voice was sweet as she nuzzled him softly. He didn't seem hurt, just like he might be unhappy. He surely expressed his displeasure more gently than either sibling.
"Speech"
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