Once they were a good distance away from the Companions' building, Jergen turned to face Ylwa, as if telling her to let it out.
"You took MY pups away from their family to live with your fake family and then LEFT THEM?! You should have left them where they were! Now they are all alone amongst hostiles who can't even know their true heritage! What if the Companions in Skyrim have them killed because they are from a werewolf pack? What if they are never offered the blood? It is part of who they are! What if they are thrown out, cold and alone?! How dare you?!" Ylwa spat.
Jergen withstood Ylwa's outburst and simply responded with, "If they don't take the blood, you will never have to worry about them being hunted and slaughtered like your pack was. If they don't take it, they will never get stuck in this wretched excuse for an afterlife and will be able to go to Sovngarde like real Nords, where there is always plenty of mead. And if it is offered to them, as I am sure it will be, it won't be until they are old enough to keep it a secret. But it wouldn't be so terrible if they weren't. The Hunting Grounds is miserable."
Ylwa felt a prick of guilt and new perspective at Jergen's statement about them not being hunted with the Companions. I guess that's one reason to keep who you are a secret even from the rest of the group. She cooled off a bit.
"Do you really think that the Companions will care for them and treat them well in your absence?"
"I know they will." he replied.
After a long and thought-filled pause, Ylwa asked Jergen a bit more gently, "How did you die?"
Jergen was taken aback by this question. "I was killed in…. a fight." he said. "It was bad. I'd rather not re-live that moment. I hope that you understand." he quickly finished. She needs to NEVER find out that I left Farkas and Vilkas behind and went off to war, Jergen thought. She would hunt and kill me the rest of the afterlife.
"How are you enjoying the Hunting Grounds?" Jergen asked, in order to break an awkward silence.
"I hate it." Ylwa replied bluntly.
"But you're a werewolf, from a feral pack. This is supposed to be your sort of thing, right? Constant hunting and fighting over territory?"
Ylwa gave Jergen a disdainful look and contemplated how to answer his offensive question. "Do you think that is the sum of my desires? Hunting and warring over territory?"
"Well…" Jergen began, "I guess you didn't seem to be into those things as much as some of the others in your pack." he replied.
"It is monotonous and dull." Ylwa said. "There should be so much more to do, but there just isn't. I don't know how they can stand it."
"The Companions feel the same way. We are mostly Nords who wanted to go to Sovngarde but had our afterlife stolen from us by Hircine. Someday we'll figure out how to get out of here. You should go with us."
"The only thing I want is to get Farkas and Vilkas back." Ylwa confessed.
"Well, they're Nords, too, so they'll want to go to Sovngarde as well."Jergen said, hoping that his sons would not take the beast blood. "You are welcome to come and spend time with the Companions any time you want."
"We'll see." Ylwa replied.