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.
Scorpion would make his way around the border, he had a habit of getting away from othello and the children. This was an easy excuse. His paws would lazily carry his tall form on, as he heard the call of a voice that was somewhat familiar. Though he hadn't hear dit in years he could still recognize Iorwerth.
A smirk wuld play upon his features as he raced to meet him, still surprised to see such a familiar face. A snort would leave him as he came to a halt before the shorter male. "Haven't seen you in an age, Iorwerth. What're you doing here?" Tail was held in the normal dominant position over his head as features were held high above Ior's head. He'd look down his nose at him at the slightest of an angles as he expected an answer.
There was once a time that Iorwerth and Scorpion had been in the same pack, in fact they'd spent about the first year of their lives growing up in the same vicinity as each other. It was rather wrong to say together, Iorwerth had led a rather isolated upbringing as he was prepared for his future. He'd had a much higher rank than the male before him now but clearly the roles had been reversed.
There was no need for the display however, the demanding looks. If he wanted his own answers conversation would be needed. Iorwerth had no plans on making this difficult, he didn't want to waste the pack's time though most importantly he didn't wish to waste his own. "You have left Uroril then." He observed, perhaps coming the closest the man was capable to friendly conversation. "Tell me, is the place in shambles now?" He certainly hoped that was the case.
As for why he was here, it was of course more important that checking up on his former home and he wouldn't waste too much time on small talk or catching up with Scorpion. "What has happened to Seracia, the previous pack to claim these lands."
Though they had been anything but close it was't like Scorpion to forget someone, he had no doubt that the male before him hardly knew who he was or remembered any of their brief encounters. It was quite amusing how the tables had turned, and the smirk that was written as plain as day across Scorpions muzzle would paint that picture. "You have left Uroril then. Tell me, is the place in shambles now?" He would grin, of course there was really no one left. "Of course. Everyone's dead and those that mattered left." It was like describing an old carcass that was nothing but bones. "What has happened to Seracia, the previous pack to claim these lands." Brows would furrow at the next question, Seracia? He had no idea. "Gone I presume. I hear Viridiana was practically fighting for a ghost pack." There had been hardly any members left of the original Seracia.
Iorwerth's memory was typically fairly good it'd taken a rather large knock this year though was recovering. He could recall the face of the man before him well enough now though the name, if it had ever really been there in the first place had faded for now. One thing he was certain of however was that he wasn't overly keen on this role reversal, something truly didn't feel right about it and already the man decided whatever had happened to Seracia there was no way he could call the Range his home anymore. His face remained a blank slate as ever though, hiding such irritation from his expression unlike the gleeful one across Scorpion's features.
The news of Uroril however would cheer him slightly. He knew not if his father was still alive, from Scorpion's words it seemed unlikely though he would question it anyway. "What of Yahir and his children?" If Yahir was gone, had Sigurd taken control of what was left of the pack he would wonder? Either way it seemed that Yahir's plan for the royal empire had not gone to plan, the man had apparently driven the pack to the ground. It would please him to hear it, he'd escaped before the train-wreck though perhaps he would have been able to mend the damage had he been left to rule as was originally intended.
The news of Seracia's fall however wouldn't be remotely satisfying. Uroril hadn't been home since his childhood, he had simply roamed from that point, homeless until finding Seracia. It was a shame to know it'd fallen to such fates. From Scorpion's words it would seem that there was nothing left at all of the former Kingdom, face once more wouldn't tell of his emotions and neither would his voice as he spoke. "Well if there is nothing more to tell I shall leave." A short conversation but to be honest he had hoped for better news, more to tell than that. Seracia had gone though, and so it seemed that Iorwerth would have to as well.
