The girl that had grown much in her almost three years of Cericinia hurriedly loped into what she remembered was home. She couldn't remember if Talon and Isis wanted to stay in Sericia, but she knew that they would be somewhere for her to find. But though her siblings were something very fragile on her heart, there was someone who she craved more. Segar. She was daddy's little girl in the time that he was around, wether that be a few months or a few weeks, it didn't matter to her. She was desperate to be with him again. She would run past a border, not even realizing it didn't even exist. She expected that whoever was in Sericia would enjoy her return. She ran as fast and as reckless as a startled horse, finding her way straight to her old pup den. But she found nothing but shambles. The grin that was normally plastered to her face had dropped its jaw and rested its muscles. But soon she would pick it back up and put a tiny smile back on. Maybe they just moved to a different den. She assured herself. Her nose gently smelled the beaten down remains of her home, but there wasn't even a stale smell. Her eyes rose and her head swiveled at the horizon where she could barley see the torn structure of the barn. "Segar?" Her voice would whisper, "Talon? Tahlia?" Her mind would barley remember that woman. "Anyone?" And then she would lift her voice into the old lands of Sericia, of Covari, hoping for Gerhardt or her family. Anyone would help at this point. Walk "Talk" Think

Iorwerth had been feeling pretty much a constant state of lost as of late. First the amnesia and then just as he thought he was ready to return home the man would discover there was no home left for him. Covari, though he knew little about the pack was not for him, that much he knew from Scorpion's smug arrival at the borders. What now then? That question had been constantly swarming his mind, he knew not where his former pack mates were, if of course any had stuck around, by the sounds of things Seracia had been in ruins during its final days, he had long ago decided that the kingdom had been finer during Epiphron and Maverick's rule. At the news of Covari's demise the man had returned to the ruins of his former home. Why he wasn't sure, there was no reason to gloat after all and still no one there to see. He wasn't a particularly sentimental man either, perhaps there was simply a part of him wondering if there were any more memories he had to unlock that could offer him answers. A few nights had been spent in his former den, its stale scent suggesting that none had taken it for their own in his leave. It held no comforts and no answers for him though for now it was a constant shelter until he had a plan in motion. He was alone there as well, the isolation perhaps didn't help him out too much though he'd barely seen or spoken to anyone since the brief meeting with Scorpion when these had still been Covari lands. He didn't mind all the same and in fact when company finally arrived he wouldn't embrace it but instead grow somewhat wary. Tahlia's name ought to have been familiar to the man, Iorwerth's memory had gone through far too many challenges in the past year and he had never known the woman well enough, nothing struck him as being familiar and it was with caution that he would travel towards the calls. These were unclaimed lands of course, both had a right to be there though it didn't mean they had to be friendly to one and other all the same. "Who is there?" He would call out in his blunt manner, he could see the girl now, younger than himself and most definitely not a face he thought he had seen before. He knew not why she was calling for others, who she was calling for and whilst he could perhaps offer a few answers, he probably wasn't the greatest candidate for actually being considered helpful.

A mans voice ruptured her ears, she moved gently to face the voice, and found him standing rather far from her. But he was well heard. He asked of who she was, and she had never met the brute before even though he seemed a little older than her. She hadn't met many wolves when she was young, but she remembered all their names if anything. She trotted up to him, giving him room so he didn't feel enclosed by her, but he could take a few steps forward, and she offered it. "I am Misty... Flores." She remembered her mother speaking Segar's name to her, and since then she had taken it for herself. If it was all that connected her with her father, she would take it. But it sounded so foreign, she hadn't spoken to another wolf since she left Alacritis, and then her mother had died. It may have sounded tragic to other wolves, and even though she often thought about it and may have cried herself to sleep every so often, she put on a friendly and joyful attitude the rest of the time. "Do you... Know if Gerhardt is around?" She had known of the king's three children, but she didn't recall Maverick getting married and had definitely been long gone before he had taken over the throne. But then she started to think, the smell of this place seemed kind of stale, and it didn't seem very familiar. And where were all the wolves? Surely she should have seen or smelled someone on her way in. Of course this man had come to her call, but he seemed sort of confused as to why she was here. Walk "Talk" Think

ooc: My original version of this post was far better I'm sure, so sorry for this rubbish xD

Misty Flores. The name certainly wasn't one that the man could recall having ever heard before. Though of course it was likely he had forgotten some of the names he'd heard in passing anyway. It perhaps would have been courteous now to give his own name to the girl, though of course Iorwerth was never the greatest in social situations and the conversation would progress without introductions being fully completed. Misty would in fact be the one to move it on, asking if he knew where Gerhardt was. This name was familiar to him, he hadn't been around during the man's rule though he had met Gerhardt after the former King had returned as Loccian's mate during her own reign of Seracia. Where the two were now was anyone's guess though he couldn't see why this girl would be looking for Gerhardt in the first place. "He's gone." He would declare simply. He had little else to offer on the topic really anyway.

The male was very blunt to the point, having more of a serious "I don't care" response. He was willing to give Misty the information she needed, without hesitation, but she could tell his social ability was a little off. She cocked her head, tilting her chin and giving him sweet, angel eyes. Gone...? Her brows then came inward, her orbs still glistening in the hazy air. "Waddo ya mean?" The girl still had much of her pup-like self in her. Though her mother had passed, she was still bubbly and full of energy. Her tone of most things were positive, she wasn't very shy, but her focus on a subject would be thrown quickly. The male might have had a hard time socially, but so did she. Just in a different way. She didn't know what would happen next, and frankly she wasn't prepared at all for it. She would have to find a new home. Walk "Talk" Think