Arelahn's mind had been close to breaking upon making her deal with Yahir, a fact that of course not a single one of her children were aware of. The woman's only regret was perhaps only in the fact that she had been unable to keep her son with the family. All three children were special and it had never mattered that Cirala resembled the man that had stolen Iorwerth, what had mattered was that she had lost her son in the first place, that she had been unable to prevent the family from separating.
Iorwerth of course had only felt the warmth from that strong love in the earlier moments of his life, memories that he could no longer recall. Such emotions had been blocked out, pushed away upon Yahir's claim on the boy. Far more devotion had been shown to his mate and next litter, rather lucky then perhaps that Iorwerth had grown to be such a cold individual, he hadn't been aware of that portion of the treatment though he had at least gotten the general picture that those four pups had been far more important to Yahir than he had been. Ultimately though, it of course had some downsides as well, this lack of love meat that Arelahn's overpowering one had certainly been far too much for him. Cirala was indeed right, he hadn't known how lucky he really was. The family would have welcomed him back, if only he'd given them the chance.
It was all rather sad really, just how little he had understood of it. All he had taken from the reunion with his family was that he didn't fit in with the pack, and certainly had a different personality to the rest of his family. Cirala of course was different to Arelahn and Satu, even he had noticed such a fact though from what he could see it was simply that she was calmer. In his mind she still belonged, though he was an outcast. He hadn't believed and still didn't think it was possible to change that.
"You could have at least tried for her." The voice she spoke with was weak, and he perceived it as finally she was finally giving in. He had nothing to say to such words though, already he had stated that it wouldn't have worked. It had been far easier to leave than pretend to be that wolf that the family wanted him to be. "I'm leaving now." He announced simply. He'd had enough of the discussions and it seemed there was little left to say. He paused for a moment before moving, olive eyes still watching his sister. "I do hope you find them, our cousins." The word 'our' was spoken a little more awkwardly than the rest of his words, they may have been blood though they weren't really family, he knew little about any of them beyond name. The connection with them was even weaker than the one he shared with his mother or sisters.
With that he pressed forwards on his original path, pausing only briefly at his sister's side, olive eyes glancing at her for a moment. "Goodbye." He added, before looking away again and continuing to walk away. He hoped she would give up following him now, surely there was nothing else she wished to discuss after all.
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