Lake Rodney a spirit walk

Now and then Dwin wondered, if being born in a pack, where traditions ran strong and governed one's life each step of the way from the day they were born to the day they died, meant an easier life. Say, if you knew exactly, what you should or should not do, what your role to fulfill were, where your place was etc. - would she be a different person and therefore feel differently as well? Or, would these people, who seemed to have their life in perfect order, reach a point in their lives, when they - just like her - did not know, what to do. Did people, who sincerely believed in spirits and gods faced the same issues in faith as those, who had sworn not to believe anything? 

Dwin knew she would not change her upbringing for anything, yet with all the freedom of speech and mind, with all the many ways she had been taught to think critically, with all the encouragement that she could become anything she wanted, she still felt lost. The odd one out in a world, where everyone else seemed to have certainty of sorts. Frolic, for example, did not doubt anything and she envied her little sister, for her ability to live in the moment and act on impulse. Dwin... she had come to cross-roads with many paths leading to all possible directions and she had been standing there unable to choose anything for a long time now.

She was drawn out of her contemplation, when she spotted a young wolf standing on the lake-shore. He was roughly the same age as the Brecheliant rowdy bunch and for one, long moment Dwin feared that this could be yet another Blackthorn kid engaging in dangerous activities. He was not, but out of sense of responsibility to faraway parents of this kid, she neared the fellow and asked: "Planning to swim all the way there?"