Memories had slowly but surely begun to return to Iorwerth much to the man's relief. It was not really enough to fully fill him in on the facts of his past just little glimpses that could give him ideas into his life. For example, with a little probing he'd learnt that he had another sister though no one knew where Cirala was now. He couldn't recall his upbringing just yet, in fact Yahir had yet to appear in his memories as did Arelahn. Such memories would probably come in time, as would clearer recollections about Seracia. He had pictured a few memories about the pack, though not enough for him to realise he should be there right now rather than here in Ludicael. He'd found himself a temporary den, although he'd have preferred to keep clear of the rest of the pack, somehow he'd been placed close to Satu so that his sister was able to keep an eye on him. He'd kept to himself so far though, not even spending any quality time with the wolves that were supposed to be his cousins. Inside his make-shift home the man had been sleeping. It was a pleasant dreamless rest to begin with, and the man was finally receiving the first glimpses of his childhood pack. One moment he knew he'd felt content with life, perhaps even happy though why he wasn't entirely sure. Before any clear image could form however, he was presented with a new one of four pups. It was then that he would awake before any truth behind the children could be revealed. Worry would grip the man once more, a sudden guilt flowing through him. Was he a father? Had he abandoned a family somewhere that now he was unable to remember. Wide awake now he'd lift himself and exit the den, eager to find Satu or Dutiron, the two he'd discovered were the best at filling him in on the glimpses he had seen from time to time and he prayed they could do the same now. Emotion so very rarely showed on the man, even now it didn't give away the fears currently plaguing him, though the thoughtful expression certainly suggested he had something on his mind, a clue that there could be something bothering him for any that knew him.

As the season grew colder and the air less forgiving, Saga found herself straying from her family ever so slightly. Once she had begun to leave her mother's side, she realized that she often preferred the silence that solitude ensured her. Today she had once again slipped from the familiar comfort of her family and found herself pacing through the mangrove. She was small still, and her footsteps were nearly soundless as he crept between foliage and beneath fallen trees. Like a feline she moved, silent and brooding, pale green gaze examining her surroundings with little interest, but still she saw everything. An unfamiliar scent found its way to her nostrils, and a sudden annoyance flooded her body. Rippling from her core, she felt warmth spread through her limbs and her increased her pace dramatically. This was her family's home, and the possibility of another intruding was not something that settled well with her. Quickly she moved, approaching her target with a strange determination and a cold, stern gaze. "You don't belong here," she asserted herself stoically as she drew closer to the stranger, her eyes gleaming with a strange intensity. "Go away."

Iorwerth had been fortunate enough in his mind to avoid most of the pack. Still barely knowing about his own life he hardly felt like spending time with others and participating in any ridiculous small talk. This antisocial trait, he still wasn't aware of yet, was actually a part of him, not simply an effect from his current condition. Of course there were exceptions to this isolation, like now for instance when he strangely found himself craving the company of his sister or uncle, longing for the answers he hoped that they could give him. Instead however he'd find himself confronted with another wolf, no a child, and one with quite an attitude at that. If he had a better sense of humour he may have found the situation a little amusing but his own state was far from that as he looked down to the young girl, gaze serious and not in the least bit fazed by her words. "What do you know child? You hold no power over me." He retorted stubbornly, certainly not planning on obeying her words. "And I am in fact allowed to stay here." Though he did not need to justify anything for the pup, he would state the fact all the same.

Even if she was not always the most affectionate toward her family, she was staunchly protective of them and the home that they shared. The thought of an apparent stranger intruding on the safety of the lands claimed by Ludicael did not settle well with her. And so she spoke to him, informing him that he was not welcome here and to go away. Her stern gaze was surprisingly cold for a child of such small stature. Her tail whipped idly behind her back, her posture stiff and still for a long moment as she stared. He was not familiar to her, and yet she noted the colored fur beneath each eye, darker than the rest of his fur -- it was a trait common among many Destructions, and Saga was no exception. But how could he be family? He smelled nothing like any of her relatives, and certainly was not part of Ludicael. Unless he'd so cleverly hidden himself from her, but she doubted it greatly. Her mouth formed a slight frown, her brows furrowing together tightly. "But my mother does," she retorted slowly. "Does she know you are here?" Though Saga didn't have power over this stranger, she was certain her mother did. But she didn't feel inclined to call her quite yet. She rarely sought out her mother, though she hadn't had much need to. It was rare she was far from her, but of course.. today was one of those days. "Are you family?"

Iorwerth was feeling nothing but impatient at the moment. Here he was urgently needing his family to help him with a potential problem and now there was this child in his way, foolishly trying to challenge him on whether or not he should be here. It really wasn't what he needed, though to be honest he probably still could have found a slightly better way of dealing with the young girl. "Is your mother Song?" Iorwerth questioned, assuming from the way she spoke that this child was perhaps one of Song's children. He hadn't met them yet, at least he didn't think he had and the way that this one acted certainly seemed to confirm that as a fact. "I have her permission, Satu requested that I stay a while." His tone was far from polite or friendly, still irritated by the child. He mentioned both of the names they were likely familiar to the girl if she resided within the pack and would hopefully prove to her that he wasn't simply trespassing. "Now move, I need to be somewhere." He stated, though before he had the chance to walk around her and continue with trying to find Satu or Dutiron the girl would ask another question of him. "Yes. Your mother is my cousin." He confirmed, and oddly for perhaps the first time in his life. With that made his move to step around the girl and continue on his way.

The child's thin lips were pursed in a small frown as she gazed upon the stranger, annoyance evident in her cold gaze. He asked if her mother was Song, and she slowly nodded her head. "Yes, she is," she told him matter-of-factly. Her green gaze was locked on him, enthralled suddenly by the fact that he shared the family markings, and yet he both looked and smelled unlike any of her other family. He said he'd been given permission to stay here. But he seemed insistent that she leave him alone, which only fueled her own irritation and desire to stay with him for the time being. What did he need so badly? "Why?" she started, a childlike curiosity bubbling through, stubborn refusing to move despite his protests. Even still, he moved to walk, and she would pick herself up and trail alongside him. "Where are you going that's so important?"

Iorwerth's appearance seemed to favour his father more than anyone else and yet oddly he probably could have passed for a Destruction if anyone compared him to Adrenaline's children not that he was actually related to them at all nor could he even remember them at this moment in time. His actual cousins however and sisters had been refreshed in his mind, he at least knew that they existed even if he still felt no real attachment to them nor could he actually recall anything about them beyond what he had already been told. In fact that lack of a bond was demonstrated rather nicely by his talents with Saga before him now. They may have been related but he made no further efforts with her than he would have done with any other pup. It hadn't occurred to him just yet but apparently he wasn't too good with children. He hoped to be rid of the girl now as he progressed along his way, all the more eager to get to Satu now and away from this nosy child. Saga wasn't having any of it though and yet more enquiries would sound as she followed after him. He could run and leave her behind, his longer legs would certainly leave her for dust if he so wished though perhaps only to annoy him when she finally caught up later, she didn't seem like the type to give up too easily after all. And so Iorwerth would suddenly stop again, turning once more to face the little pest that insisted on bothering him. "It is none of your business." He informed her gruffly. "If you insist on some details, I am going to see Satu and you are most certainly not invited."

Her pursed lips turned down into a deep frown, her brows furrowed as she grew progressively more frustrated. For some reason, he had no interest in talking to her, let alone even looking at her or showing any sign of interest in her. A groan left her lips, a sound strangely similar to a growl, but she did not raise her teeth at him. The child was unused to being ignored and suddenly she found herself standing with a ball of anger growing in her chest, appalled at how he was treating her. He stopped, forcing her to come to an abrupt halt. Saga's face contorted, anger struggling to remain below the surface, but failing. "Fine," she said finally, a huff escaping her slightly parted lips. "I don't want to hang out with someone like you anyway." With that she would turn and leave, heading away from Iorwerth, her tail whipping angrily behind her (Figured I would end this since it's a big old, but we should have them meet again soon <3)