Life Moves On…No Matter What

March 1st

Dear Journal,

Oh dear! It’s been a while since I have actually been able to sit down and write in this journal.  Well, I haven’t written in it since Oak and I started living together.  Oh, that was some Winter Veil!  We had so much fun when we went to Ironforge together that we never bothered to part company again.

Of course, I’m sure that Sonshine is giving Oak all kinds of grief about the fact that he has taken up with a woman, however, he doesn’t have that much room to talk with the way he has been flirting endlessly with Abigayle either.  He’s not as smooth about what his intentions as Oak is, however, we all get the idea that we’ll be running as a pack.  No argument as to which one is the Alpha either because Oak is a bit older and more experienced in the world than the rest of us.

When I sit down and think about what has been going on all of these months, my mind is just whirling.  At first, we were both kind of standoffish about being alone together and he slept on the couch and I slept in the bed – then, we had more than one cold night and I told him that I didn’t care if he shared the bed.  Of course, we were sorely tempted to go into our wolf forms although there was always the possibility that someone might walk in on us while we were sleeping. We are both very careful to stay in human form while we are in the cities, however, once we get away from the humanity – we feel very comfortable in what has become a second nature to us both.

Yes, I still see Oak glancing at a female woman now and again, however, I know that he is still looking and hoping that his family might appear one day.  Yes, it does bother me that his heart is still longing for a thing that will never be again.  We have both given up hope of ever being reunited with old friends from Gilneas and our families or what might still remain of them.

I don’t think I have ever been happier in my life.  No, I don’t have the luxuries that I had at home in Gilneas, however, I wasn’t Cursed at that point either.  I miss some of the finer things that I had, servants that took care of everything – now, it’s just Oak and I doing our own cooking, cleaning and laundry.  I shouldn’t admit this, I suppose, however, he did have to teach me how to cook some of the food and definitely the laundry. 

The first time I did the laundry, I thought it looked great and was okay, it wasn’t.  Oak thought that he had gotten fleas from somewhere because he was itching and trying not to scratch and I will admit that I was a bit uncomfortable too.   I didn’t get all of the soap out of the undergarments.  We had a miserable few days until it was time to do laundry again.  That’s when I found out what I had done wrong. I am very happy that he is such a kind and understanding man. He sat there and helped me do the laundry and showed me how to get the soap out and how to rinse everything really well.  I thought you just took it out of the soapy tub and threw it in the clean water and swished it around a bit.  Nope, that wasn’t how it was done.

I suppose that Oak and I are going to go to Ashenvale today and then do some scouting around in Stonetalon.  Naturally, we’re looking at the game, the inhabitants and also, I think we have a bit of the wanderlust going.

I have reconciled myself that all of these so-called treatments that I have heard talk about are just that.  Just talk.  Oak seems to have some trouble with the idea that this is how life is going to be sometimes, however, we’re both learning how to accept it.  We’ve both learned how to keep our wolves in check when we are in Darnassus or Stormwind, out in the field, we let ourselves have free rein to do as we wish.

We’re also looking around to see if we can set up some kind of base camp for ourselves so that we don’t have to make the trek back to Darnassus once every few days.  We’ve both seen places that we like tremendously, no people around.




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