Finally some lands that felt familiar. To be perfectly honest his memory had still been somewhat hazy on the way, he trusted his gut though and the vague feeling of familiarity though of course it hadn't been too in his favour on his last trip. Whether by luck or through his own sense of direction though, Iorwerth had finally made it to the borders of The Range and with that realisation that he was home again, further glimpses of memories would start returning to him once more. The feeling of content wouldn't last long however suddenly realising that something just wasn't right here. He may have forgotten a lot but he was positive that the scent did not belong to his Seracia, what had happened in his absence?
Covari were certainly rather settled by now traces of former pack that had stood upon these lands having gone now, left only in memories. Iorwerth had missed a lot in his time away as he fought to regain himself he knew nothing of the challenge, that Seracia had been lost. He'd been living within his own little bubble as of late, truthfully even much of what had happened in Ludicael during his time there was rather unknown to the male. He would trust his memories now though, recall many a patrol around the borders he stood upon. Lifting his head he would let out a howl and beckon forth someone to join him help him understand what was going on. He had no intentions of joining this mysterious pack but he wanted to learn how they had come to take his former home, where Seracia had gone now.
