Dawnlark Plains When I look Into Your Eyes

"What do you think love is?" Dwin asked and at the same time mused, what she considered it to be, because Adlartok's choice of "fondness" instead of anything alse made her wonder. Whether, what she felt towards her parents, siblings and friends, was really love? Or was love something entirely different? Love stories had never held a particular interest to her - preferring tales of action and mind-games instead. 

"Do you think that the wars your warlord waged were for a good reason?" she thought now about legends and how the people in them tended to be glorified and that perhaps the truth was neither that simple nor that beautiful. "Are there any right reasons to kill another wolf?" now this was a pickle.