The path from his den to Satu's was one that had become incredibly familiar to Iorwerth during his time in Ludicael. He had begun to use it less and less as of late, partially because of the illness but mostly as his memories had been returning, he was figuring out who he was without the help of those around him. A while ago now he'd learnt why he lacked the connection with his family now, it wasn't simply that he couldn't remember them he'd never had the chance to get to know them in the first place. It had also explained why Satu had been unable to help him with some of his memory loss, she hadn't been present to know what had actually happened. For a while he'd been torn between trying now to correct that issue, though ultimately his colder nature had won and he had chosen to leave life as it was.
He'd certainly gotten closer to his sister though whether he was fully aware of that fact or not. The time they'd spent travelling to Ludicael and the times he had gone running to her for help certainly meant he couldn't help but come to care for his sister more than he had before. He was still hesitant to refer to her with the term now he recalled they'd spent barely any of their youth together but even he couldn't deny that she had found herself with a very rare position of a place in his heart.
That meant that he couldn't simply leave without saying goodbye it seemed. He had tried to sneak away though a concious had pulled him back and he'd stayed another few days as he attempted to work out what he'd say to Satu. Would a simple goodbye do or would she expect more? In the end there was only one way to find out and now he found himself once more outside of her den.
"Satu" He called, though he took a couple of steps back from the entrance allowing her to emerge rather than intrude upon her home. He had been rather private about his own den, even when it had occurred to him that it truly was only a temporary one. He had to move on, move home in fact, there was a pack waiting for him he now remembered.
