Watching the Young Ones Play

As I sit here on my porch, I find myself lost in thought watching the children run and play in the fields. Their laughter fills the air, reminding me of simpler times before battles and scars marked my body and soul. My wolf ears twitch slightly at their joyful screams, and for a moment, I feel a pang of longing deep within me. It’s funny how even the smallest things can stir up such profound emotions.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be a moth, drawn helplessly to a flame, surrendering completely to instinct. But then reality sets in - I’m just an aging warrior past her prime, aren’t I? The villagers are kind enough, treating me with respect for my teachings, yet never seeing me as a woman anymore. No one pursues me romantically; perhaps they think me too damaged or set in my ways. Maybe seduction is another skill I need to master, like swordplay - a dance of bodies and desires rather than blades.

More than anything, I yearn to be a mother someday. To hold my own pup close, guiding them through life’s challenges just as I’ve guided countless students through sword forms. If only finding a mate were as straightforward as disarming an opponent! For now, though, I’ll keep dreaming and teaching, hoping that one day love might find its way into this weathered heart of mine.