Sun Mote Copse CMOT Dibbler

Oh, Wraen had thought of it, alright. Every spring, since she had turned one year old and romantic ideas about finding love of her life and having children had found their way in her thoughts. That right person had never come along. There had been few close calls, but the older she got, the more she was convinced that there had been far more hopes and assumptions on her side than it had been for that man in question. 

She was not envious of those, who found their other halves early and was happy for them welcoming their first litter in the world. She loved children for, who they were, and it did not matter to her, whether they were her own or someone else's. In whichever pack she had been at the time, she had tried to establish a connection, build a relationship, help and watch them grow up. The fact that you consider yourself still young and the world wide-open to you, definitely helps to look past the fact that you are alone and desired by no one.

The shift in thinking happens, when you are at the same place for the next two years. Or in a human equivalent - you are thirty, your friends have their second or their third kid, they are buying property, building house together, have two cars, travel the world, live that boring life you never wished, when you were in your teens, but now see as a source of utmost happiness etc. - and you are still the same as on the day you graduated from the college. Except life experience has drawn the first lines in your forehead and, when looking in the mirror, you begin to count the number of new grey hairs. 

Wraen did not complain about her life, though it felt a little unfair that both in stories she had heard and the real life examples around her, the promised romance seemed to have by-passed her. It did not matter, whether she sat and waited for it to sweep her off her feet or if she pursued it with determination, it simply did not happen. So, reluctantly she had begun to accept her fate and place among all those women, who had never married and who had never been admired, loved or cherished by another person.

Now and then she had toyed with the idea of roping Eljay - he was soft as clay, Wraen was pretty sure she could get him, if she gave an honest try.  But during the year she had spent with him living side by side, she had come to a conclusion that, while he could be a great father, he was a child himself in many ways. And she simply did not have it in her to lead a pack, to raise children and to take care of a husband with low self-esteem. In the end, if she could not have any of the classical package, she decided that she could have some solace in inventing new stories. Where the heroine does not meet the prince, does not get married, but somehow lives happily ever after without all of this. 

"Maybe. If the right person comes along," Wraen summed up her opinion about the subject in two short sentences. "I still have time," as long as she had this thought to hold on to, she would continue and hope for that one special day.

Sorry for the super-long post. Just came out that way and no pressure to match it's length. :)