Isolde had no idea the effect that she'd have on the pale woman, the darkness overtaking them would hide the blush that crossed her features. She couldn't help but smile up at her before showing her affection, the motions bringing forth a delighted purr from the porcelain she wolf. The spotted girl hadn't expected the sudden tears at her words, she'd whine softly not having wanted to upset Othello. She'd reach up to lick away the tears that fell from her guardian's face, she seemed eager about meeting the babies though and with that Isolde's heart would skip. She wasn't sure if she had ever experienced more emotion in one moment of her life. She would press tighter to the woman as a sob would leave her, Isolde didn't know what she had been through but she knew she didn't want to see her any kind of distressed like that. "Please don't cry," She'd whisper, her own features buried within Othello's luxurious coat. She'd kiss gently at the side of Othello's neck, grooming as she tried to soothe her sweet companion. ""

Her dearest words reached out to her, making her ears flicker as she grinned into her fur. She wanted to pull back to look at her darling face, but she was getting soft kisses and calming grooms on the side of her neck. Rumbling, she nibbled softly on the skin closest of Othello, Islode's neck getting covered in gentle little nibbles. Ears pulled back ever so slightly, a faint sniffle heard as she had so many emotions wrapped in her brain. Mumbling sweet little nothings to her little fawn, she buried herself further into her coat. Othello wanted to be consumed by her, to lose herself in her spotted coat and chocolate eyes. "Oh my little fawn." She whispered, tongue snaking out to coat the little bits in a sweet kiss, as if to make the pain go away. Heat pooled off Othello's bodice, wrapping them both up in a warm blanket even as the sun set. The cave was plunged into darkness, but that didn't matter. Her eyes had been adjusting as the sun grew dimmer, and all she needed to see was the woman before her, and she was covered in her white and tan fur anyways.

Othello would audibly show her approval of Isolde's tender affections, the girl's white marked features would brighten at the sound. She was amazed at the feeling of love that was welling up for this wolf, she found it so easy to feel such a way. She felt so different from when she was with Soliloquy, somehow more full and more real. Where she connected with the Destruction man physically she was finding that her heart would long for a deeper relationship. One that Othello could offer for her.

The young she wolf found herself pressing into the affections given to her, sighing contentedly at those perfect kisses. Dual toned tail would swish easily as she enjoyed the luxurious feeling of Othello and the night's soft embrace. "It's not so scary with you," She'd say softly, trying to let Othello know how much she was needed by the delicate girl in more ways than one.

"Speech"
'thoughts'

The delicate sigh that slipped from Isolde's mouth pleased the woman, softly pressing her nose against the bottom of her chin to daw it upwards, giving her better access to her sensitive upper neck area. If allowed it, she nipped and licked there as well, humming softly. That was, until Isolde spoke. Not scary? Ever so slowly Othello pulled back, a brow raising as concern laced her voice. "Has he hurt you in some way?" she asked with a slight growl to her tone. If that bastard ever harmed a hair on her perfect body... She would be out for blood. At the same time, she did understand what her companion was speaking about. It was easy. There was no fighting, no working hard to prove their worth. They just simply... were. Isolde and Othello, it was truly that simple.

Isolde would lean her head back easily as Othello found access to the delicate skin beneath her chin. She wasn't sure how to respond to the perfection of the touch as she listened to Othello's humming. She'd find her own rhythm quietly added as she enjoyed the intimate affection. Her words would bring a halt to them as the she wolf moved back to look into her eyes, a completely different question on her tongue. Isolde's eyes would widen in shock, Soliloquy had been nothing but sweet to her until they'd found out about the pups. Even then he had her safety on his mind as they discussed the first drafts of their plan with Orchid. Though obviously he had found completely opposite ideas of her. "Oh, no." She'd answer seriously as Othello growled, she could see the underlying fire in those eyes. "He was always very sweet before them." Was it fear that had made him run? She knew he'd gone to see Scorpion straight after their meeting maybe he'd put some terrible thought in his mind? Isolde had never liked the tall brute, she could easily find herself blaming him for Sol's disappearance. A long sigh would leave her lips at the thought of the brothers, their memories in her mind only furthering to distress her. "Why must life be so difficult?" She'd mutter as her eyes strayed from Othello, could she just enjoy this moment for the rest of her existence? ""

When the woman told him that Soliloquy had been kind to her, she visibly relaxed. Good, because she had been about ready to tear him a new one. Grumbling softly about men, she nuzzled the girls cheek as the anger started to leave her. If he ever truly hurt her, there would be more than just bloodshed. When Isolde commentent on life being difficult, she chuckled and tugged at her darker ears. "Would it truly be worth while of it was easy? How would we learn or grow without our struggle?" She asked, head tilting as she posed the question. They learned from their mistakes, grew from them. And how would you know just how happy a situation was if there was no misery? Purple eyes shining, a yawn broke her jaws apart as the sound echoed in their little den. Giggling, she nuzzled back into Isolde's neck. "If you didn't know sadness, you wouldn't know just how happy you are right now."

Isolde would sigh softly as she felt Othello relax, she didn't want her to have to hunt down the father of her babies no matter how tempting it sounded. She found it hard to imagine that he was gone now out of fear, he was always so strong and unmoving. He was supposed to be the rock she leaned on, but he seemed to have refused that. Isolde had been left to figure out this pregnancy thing mostly alone. A giggle would interrupt her thoughts as Othello tugged gently at her ears, answering her question with decided grace. Isolde would smile softly, finding nothing to combat those words as she sighed, noticing the obvious yawn of the woman above her. She'd feel her heart melt at the words as she realized fully what she'd meant. Could she have ever been this happy in Othello's arms had Soliloquy not run off? She'd whine softly as the pair nuzzled closer to each other, "How happy are you, Othello?" She'd ask softly, wondering if she felt the same elation that she did. 

Her softy whine was not something out of sadness, but a cute noise as the two melted into each others frames. Islode posed her a question of her own, testing the water to see just how happy she was. Grinning, the dame pulled her mouth up to rest beside her ear, voice coming out in a delicate whisper. "On a scale of one to ten? Buffalo." She knew that her words made no sense at all, but that was the point. Her feelings towards Isolde were different than anything she had experienced before. She almost felt motherly towards her -- the need to protect her was urgent. But it was deeper than that, something that she couldn't quite put her paw on. She was over the moon though, and didn't quite know how to find the words to tell her that. How to explain something that didn't even make sense in her head was completely passed the woman, Othello had no idea how to put her thoughts to words. "And yourself, little fawn?" Her voice was more heady than before, the feeling of the spotted woman pressed against her was something that wouldn't soon leave her mind.

Their little whispers would cause Isolde's stomach to tingle with a deeper emotion, she'd hold her breath as she listened to the soft words. They might not have been logical but they would make perfect sense in Isolde's mind. Her happiness really couldn't be but into words with much ease, her feelings were just as elusive and rampant. Of course the silly words would bring forth a quiet giggle as she kissed at Othello's pale ear. A similar question would be posed, her soft tone filling with more than just curiosity. 

Isolde would take in the sweet scent of the she wolf surrounding her, the warmth she felt as well as the feeling of completeness that overtook her. She knew she'd hadn't been this kind of happy in a very long time, if ever. She'd take in a deep breath, her peace evident as she answered. "Unimaginably happy," Sh'ed whisper, nuzzling Othello's cheek as she said it her eyes closed softly as she simply enjoyed being there. <.center>

Sleep was dragging the woman down, no matter how hard she fought. She wanted to lay here with her for the rest of her days, to gaze lovingly into those chocolate brown eyes. Another yawn broke her lips, but when Isolde nuzzled into her she let out a soft sigh, a giggle following. "I could just eat you up." She said with a mock growl, poking her nose into various places as if to tickle to woman. She wanted het joyous laughter to fill the small den that they carried. She wanted to hear her squeal at Othello as she ran her blunt claws slowly down Isolde's side. Smirking, she nipped her left cheek softly before rolling off of her and onto her back. In the new position she moved her pale head so that she was now nose to nose with the woman, a warm smile covering her lips. "Would you like to sleep now?" she asked softly, blinking her long lashes at the spotted one. She was tired herself, but sleeping felt like such a waste of their time together.

She could easily tell that Othello was starting to wear thin, she had no doubt the woman had not slept a blink while she had taken her own nap. Still, her little touches and affections would keep her awake enough to giggle, as the pale woman playfully growled and started poking at the spotted girl. Isolde couldn't help the little sounds of enjoyment that fluttered from her lips as she squirmed and wriggled at Othello's touch. She'd giggle uncontrollably, the two she wolves would become locked in a rather one sided tickle battle. Isolde was so distracted she could not even retaliate.

Finally Othello would release her, rolling onto her own back and looked back over to the spotted child. An impressive smile would play on her lips as she attempted to catch her breath. After a few labored puffs she'd relax her head, her dark nose would align with Othello's as she asked if the pregnant girl was ready to sleep quite yet. After such an exertion she seemed quite prepared. "If you're ready to sleep." She'd answer, her eyelids falling a bit as her chocolate gaze would become partially covered. Her own yawn would join the older she wolf, if sleep was next what would tomorrow bring for the pair?