Iorwerth didn't make it a habit to leave the packlands too much. He knew he wasn't some trapped prisoner, had the freedom to venture out a little more from time to time though he was rather comfortable where he was. It perhaps didn't seem that way, given as to how antisocial he was at times, he certainly had a trouble connecting with others, Seracia was becoming a home though and he still felt rather confident with his decision to join the kingdom, there was little point straying too far with that knowledge safely in mind. It wasn't like the rest of Alacritis held much for the young man though, sure his siblings and cousins were supposedly out there somewhere, though his thoughts certainly didn't linger on them. The meeting with Cirala had played on his mind a little, though that had been forgotten about for now, he had gotten his message across surely and they wouldn't bother one and other again.
For whatever reason, Iorwerth had found himself straying from the range today. Perhaps it was simply curiosity, the war was over so what for the world now? What would be the next plan of action, a part of him both hoped and feared that Seracia would play a part in it. He still needed ways to prove himself after all, though after seeing the Valhallans and the knowledge that the Seracian wolves that had left to help had become prisoners to Glaciem, well it certainly had to make even the most naive of wolves realise war was no game, not something that she ever be wished for.
There was peace in the air though, the barren hills certainly living up to their name. For all Iorwerth was aware he was the only wolf present upon the lands, a climb currently leading him to the top of one of the higher hills to survey and perhaps verify this belief.
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