Redhawk Caldera The truth is, I prefer whiskey.

"I have thought about that too," Wraen agreed with Towhee, but it did not mean that her advice was easy to take on. What was better, was not always the easiest. And had these two had this very conversation before Wraen had spoken to Arcturus, she would have suggested it to him. Doing it now, however, felt like betraying him. "But it is a little too late for that now. I made a promise and backing away from it... would be as if beating someone, who is already lying on the ground," she said. 

"Maybe this pack thing - if it is ever successful will do him more good. I won't be the sole focus of his interest," she said. "Besides... he seems to be genuinely happy, when he is around me, and I can't say that he is the same, when he is on his own. He has been a pack wolf all his life, surrounded by family and I have just dragged him way off his comfort zone," she told, smiling to herself, because quite honestly she was also glad to have him around. 

"And... I enjoy having him around too," so many sighs during a single conversation, but she had sorely missed someone like Towhee to hear her out and offer their perspective on things. "And I wonder, whether it is that fear of disappointing him in the future that very thing, why I do not want to let my heart go. Perhaps, love comes to us in different ways and I may know only one," she finished.