Emberwood the faults lies in our eyes

Danica hesitated a bit, not sure quite how to phrase it. "I've been... considering leaving. Not just Duskfire, but leaving leaving. Not anytime soon, of course. I owe it to Tuwawi and Njal to give things a fair shake and I am truly content there. But seeing them together, the relationship and such. Just makes me want more, and I doubt I'm going to find it anywhere near here." She snorted. "Idiotic, right?"

She didn't have any concrete plans of doing so anytime soon, but she'd needed to tell someone, and she couldn't very well spill to her packmates that she was considering jetting off. She would tell them if the time came, but did not want to cause them concern on something she didn't even know was going to happen now. But while she was content, she wasn't happy. And she wasn't getting any younger. Her third winter was passing, the seasons ticking away. And as each one passed, more and more she was wondering what the point was to all of this. She had friends, yes, and a pack. But was it so wrong to want something more than that?
God, she was getting sentimental again.