Apparently life where she found herself was just about the same as life where she had come from. Day-to-day was the same monotonous hunting, lounging around the campsite, and just existing. It was slightly less work, as most meals could be made entirely from the hunt, but slightly more tumultuous, as the packs' only forms of entertainment seemed to be making constant war with each other. During the days? Weeks? Months? Years? that passed since she had arrived, Ylwa's pack had been driven from their home no fewer than four times. Before long, she learned that "risking your life" in Hircine's Hunting Grounds meant having your body "killed", disappearing, and reappearing somewhere else in the Hunting Grounds. This meant your next few days were spent trekking your way through enemy territory trying to locate your pack in their old (or new, if they met with failure) territory. Ylwa thought the constant skirmishing between packs was silly, but eventually began joining in, simply because there wasn't a lot else to do. All anyone wanted to talk about was the next battle. Besides, "dying" gave Ylwa some precious time alone to hunt and think about her Farkas and Vilkas.
In one instance, when Ylwa was on her way back to where she thought her pack was located, she came across something odd. It was an elongated wooden building. She supposed it had been built as a central meeting hall for some pack's encampment, but there were no buildings clustered around it. In fact, due to the frequent moves, this was the only permanent shelter that Ylwa had ever seen in the Hunting Grounds. With her interest thoroughly piqued, she crept closer to investigate.
The first thing that struck Ylwa as odd as she drew closer to the building (besides the fact that it was, indeed, a permanent structure, not a figment of her imagination) was that this place, while certainly permeated with the pervasive scent of the Hunting Grounds, did not particularly smell of the hunt. Ylwa's first thought was that maybe this was the home of Hircine himself and that he didn't hunt much because he had subjects to do it for him. It would certainly explain why those who lived here felt safe enough to build something permanent. As she was mulling over the odd smell of this place, she also happened to note that none of the people milling about were in their beast form. As she got close enough to catch a whiff of them on the breeze, she immediately thought that something smelled vaguely familiar about them, but couldn't quite place what it was.
She watched these curiosities for a good, long while. At one point, two of them had passed quite close to her on their way back to their wooden home. She was certain that there was no way their beast senses (for she could tell that, although none were transformed, they all possessed the beast blood, as she did) could not have picked up on her presence, yet they did nothing more than glance her way. Almost as if they were accustomed to being spied on by enemies. Then it dawned on Ylwa, they were such an oddity that surely anyone else who passed by must also have stopped to check them out. She made a mental note to remember where this spot was and come check back on them again sometime. They were certainly more intriguing than anything that her pack was doing these days.