Originally Posted by Wolf's Blood Written by Jane Lindskold
"I not understand what this is you call love," she[Firekeeper] said.
"I adore you," the Meddler began. "You fascinate me. I want you with me always. I want . . ."
"You want," Firekeeper interrupted. "You not seem to care what I want. I not want you. I know who I want, and he is not you."
She laid a hand on Blind Seer's head, just in case the Meddler retained the least bit of confusion about who she meant.
"But, Firekeeper, can't you understand?" the Meddler's voice had risen with the force of his protest, and now he began to cough.
Zebel made him sip something that smelled strongly of honey, but when he suggested the sick man lay back, the Meddler refused.
"I need to talk to her," he said peevishly. "I need to explain that she is making a horrible error."
Firekeeper tilted her head to one side in a wolfish query.
"What error?"
"How can you let yourself believe you love a wolf?" the Meddler said. "You are human, no matter what you choose to think. You are not a wolf. You must give you love to another human, not to a Beast, no matter how noble and intelligent and talented that Beats may be."
Blind Seer growled, "I am glad you think so highly of me, Meddler, but take care."
Firekeeper did not translate, for she knew the Meddler would understand, but she saw the three humans stiffen and realized they thought Blind Seer was about to attack. Zebel, indeed, had, with more courage than wisdom, moved to insinuate his body between the wolf and his patient.
Firekeeper hastened to reassure them.
"Blind Seer not hurt the Meddler. He remember is Arasan, too."
She returned her attention to the man on the bed. He was - or would be, when the healing was completed - a handsome figure of a man, but she felt not the least stirring in her heart or her body when she looked at him.
"Meddler, I have thinked . . ."
"Thought," Derian muttered reflexively.
"Thought a great deal about this," Firekeeper continued, choosing her words with care.
A long time ago, Derian had told her a poorly chosen word was like tainted water and could create sickness. Then she had not believed him, but now she had seen enough that she knew her friend had been right.
"In my thinking," she went on, "I have tried to understand what is meant by love. First, I thought about mating, but I think that love is more than mating. Humans are different than wolves in this, because they are in season almost all the time and so their heads confuse desire and love. I think this is one way the wolf way is wiser. Wolves are only in season for a short time each year, and even then, for the good of the pack, only the Ones breed."
She drew in a deep breath, knowing she was oversimplifying, but knowing this must be said, even if the talk of mating was making Derian's face turn a little red.
"Wolves understand," Firekeeper continued, "that love is for more. Love is trusting someone will guard your back. Love is knowing that when you are wounded, that your loved one will drag food to where you are fallen. Love is knowing that you would this for the other, even if doing that means going hungry for yourself. Love is knowing that when you die, someone will care enough to sing of you to the moon."
The Meddler was staring at her in such complete silence and with such profound attention that Firekeeper wondered if Arasan was making him listen rather than think about what clever think he would say next. She hurried her words along lest the moment be lost.
"You, and not just you, some others who think they mean well for me - and for Blind Seer - have spoken about how your hearts loving means nothing because our shapes are different. For a time, I let this confuse me. Then I came to know more and more people who loved, and I realized that this matter of shape was all a twisting, turning mass of vines, something that seemed more massive than it was.
"When Bitter was mutilated by the blood briar, Lovable did not stop loving him. She nearly died trying to save him. Afterwards, he was ugly, but no one said, 'Lovable, find yourself a strong young mate. This hurt bird cannot fly well.' I think, even, that if Lovable had left Bitter, then everyone would have thought her weak."
"But they are both ravens," the Meddler said softly, "not a raven and a deer."
"Or a human and a wolf," Firekeeper said. "I know. But what does human and human or wolf and wolf matter? I think that matching only matter for mating and for bearing children.Yet not all humans have children, and you do not condemn those like Urgana who have not become mothers, or like Arasan who are not fathers. As I said before, in a wolf pack, not all the pack members are parents to pups. Indeed, if every member of the wolf pack tried to have pups, then that would be the wrongness, not the other.
"Humans love their mates even when the time for having young is over. They care for each other even when they grow old and ill. To me, when you say you love what you are saying is you desire, you want . . . You want what you see now. What you desire now. There is no strength in that feeling to carry you where change will take you. That is not love. That you are calling love is something my wolf's heart does not understand."
Firekeeper looked at Ynamynet. "You and Skea have just one child. Would you have put Skea from you in if in the fighting he had been so wounded that there would be no others?"
"Never!" Ynamynet said so fiercely that Sunshine looked about to cry. Ynamynet went on more quietly. "You speak closer to the truth than you know, Firekeeper. For a long time, because of what querinalo did to me, I did not think I could have children. Skea told me that didn't matter, and he could love me even though my body is like ice to hold. I thought he would soon tire of me, but you know this is not the way it is with us."
Firekeeper looked at Derian, but she would not embarrass her friend by pointing out his own physical changes made him as much unlike Isende as like. He, however, spoke his own thoughts.
"I thought I was a monster, yet no one has told me that I should not love Isende, and she herself told me that shape and the bearing of children - I mean . . ." His face grew as red as his hair, "I mean, we don't know if we can, but no one has told us that we cannot love."
The Meddler was restless and wild-eyed. "But Firekeeper is a human and she says she loves a wolf! Ynamynet and Derian - you at least started out human, and just changed a little."
Firekeeper shook her head.
"I started out wolf, and have learned a little to be human. In my heart, though, I do not think I could love a human, or love after the best of the human way. I am a wolf, and a wolf is who I love. Shape does not matter. Heart and sould is what loves, as Ynamynet and Skea, and Doc and Elise, and Bitter and Lovable, and all those who have fought to hold on to their love even when others and even their own hearts have told them to doubt."
She knelt and put her arms around Blind Seer.
"He is who I love. If you love me, Meddler, then wish us well. That would be true love, to feel joy that I have found one to trust and who I wish to run beside for as long as I have life and breath."