Moonspear I lose myself tonight

"That was between me and her, and is old news," Wraen replied without realizing that at this moment she sounded like Terance herself. And had she thought more about it, she would have seen the similarities between the two situations and understood her brother's reasoning better. Maybe in time she would, but now it pained her to see him overlooking his own issues in the light of bigger, more important events.

Why was it for him so hard to understand that no matter, how small he considered his problems to be, Wraen would always care? Why couldn't he see her as such a close friend as Rannoch? Why hadn't he sought her out - because she had been there waiting for him to call, while fearing to make that first step, because he was the serious one, he was out there making a true man out of himself, being loyal, making history - she did not want to interrupt. 

And all of a sudden Wraen was back in that beautiful summer evening, when for the first time in her life she had confessed her love for someone. He had not felt the same about her and it was clear that this would not change over time. There was a striking resemblance between him then and Terance now. Her brother loved her as much as he could and yet he could not give her more, or change, who he was, to be someone Wraen wanted him to be.

Time would pass, there would be more secrets to come between them, there would be other people, lovers and mates, and all Wraen could see, was arguments like these repeating themselves. Terance had found a new home here in Moonspear, he worked for the pack, because he believed in their ideals and by insulting every member of the Ostrega family, she had insulted him as well. Wraen - on the other hand - had never really fitted here, she had tried and would continue still to work hard for it, but her heart was not really in it. And putting all her hopes in Terance to make her inner unrest at peace was unfair. He was happy, she was not. End of story. 

"Your problems are never miniscule to me - no matter what," Wraen told him softly. "And it would mean a lot to me, if you shared, what is going on with you. You don't have to carry that burden alone - let me be there for you." 
And though now was the right time to apologize for all the bad things she had said and thought, Wraen could not bring herself to it, therefore she offered an olive branch in her own way: "And to answer your earlier question - an otterhead."