how many times removed?

He and Gwynevere had parted ways and however mutual it was his heart still hurt as he left Hallowed lands. He walked for as long as he could, leaving Auster far behind as his tall frame brought him to the northern reaches. In his travels he had heard that distant relatives had started a pack up here. He had no knowledge of their relations with his previous pack as curiosity got the better of him. Ysmir thought perhaps there was a chance that some of his immediate family had found their way here.

Krah, his arctic fox, seemed much more at home here in the snow, even his white gyrfalcon was more comfortable. He was further convinced that perhaps giving so much of his life to Gwyn had been a terrible mistake. He heaved a heavy sigh as he approached the border of the pack, realizing suddenly he wasn’t even sure he would be able to communicate his questions. He looked to Krah as she sat beside him, ready to be his interpreter as she called out to someone of the pack since Ysmir could not.