Redhawk Caldera The truth is, I prefer whiskey.

"You know - that romance thing is just the problem. I have been madly in love once. I was a yearling and looking back it was my first crush, but it came with all the myriad of emotions - butterflies in the stomach, giddiness, you just radiate from being in the presence of that person. It all ended in a heartbreak, but having lived through that stage of being in love... it's... I have nothing else to compare it to," Wraen explained. 

"I really think it is unfair that he is betting everything on me and turning a blind eye on the other possibilities in life," she said. "Maybe the reason I am so cautious is that he has no other such experience to compare it with. He is giving up a dream of having a family of his own, which is a very valuable one, but I can't give him that. You know, when the spring sings in the veins of most wolves, I feel no different than usual. I don't lust after anyone. Never have," she shrugged. 

"Then there is a part of me that wants to prove the world wrong and just say - hell, with it. What will be, will be. Not doubt the uncertain future, but believe, what Arthur is telling me now," Wraen said. "It's a mess, really..."