Ylwa found herself beside a sparkling creek. She crossed it and stood near a patch of cushiony-looking greenery on the other side. For the moment, she found herself too angry to sit down. Not only had she lost the opportunity to be with her sons as they grew up, Jergen had robbed them of having the love of any parent! She clenched and unclenched her hands, and waited for the perfect revenge to come to her, but with the loss of her wolf, she found that a lot of her rage was gone as well. Instead of fixating on this one emotion, her mind began to look at the bigger picture.

It was over and in the past. Nothing she could do would reverse what had been done, and nothing could change the lives that they were subjected to on Nirn. She took in the mountains and the sky - the feeling and smell of the place (however muted it might now seem to her). Ylwa chided herself for attempting to flee yet again to her old hiding place of solitude and defeat. She was in a new place. Farkas and Vilkas were here, right now. This was the opportunity she had been waiting for. It certainly looked different than she had envisioned, but she could work with what she was given. She looked down again at the patch of grass that had been calling her to sit down and sulk, and she discovered that its hold on her was gone.

Ylwa's thoughts were interrupted when she heard someone approaching from the other side of the creek. Lacking her sensitive ability to smell, she looked up and discovered that it was Farkas. Her heart soared. He came to seek her out!

"Farkas!" she said. "I am glad to see you."

"Vilkas told me who you are," he said, crossing the creek to stand on the same side as her. "He said you're our mother, and you died when we were little."

"It's true," Ylwa said, looking at him hopefully.

After studying her for a moment, he said, "I'm glad to have you back."

Ylwa couldn't hold back any more. She launched herself into his arms, and was caught up in the most glorious hug she had ever received.

"Vilkas can be grouchy at first, but he'll be glad to have you, too. We didn't even know how much we missed you," Farkas said. "Now we'll have forever with you."

Tears of joy poured down Ylwa's cheeks. "Forever sounds wonderful," she sniffed out.

Farkas took Ylwa in right away, and was every bit the adult son she would have hoped for if she'd spent her time imaging them how they were, not how they had been in the past. He was always present when she needed him, and he even allowed her to dote on him and spoil him.

As Farkas had said, Vilkas was a bit more resistant at first, especially to the doting. At one point, he declared that he had granddaughters her age, and didn't need a young girl worrying over his well-being. Vilkas's wife, on the other hand, after hearing Ylwa's story, was immediately sympathetic to what this fellow mother must be feeling. In addition to treating Ylwa like a cherished parent, she encouraged Vilkas to build a relationship with Ylwa and not to be rude about the small things she wanted to do for him to make up for lost time. Eventually, Vilkas began to open up to her a bit.

Ylwa still felt sorrow from time to time, but the frequency of these episodes of sadness decreased as her relationships with her sons grew. By the time her grandchildren and great-grandchildren began to arrive in Sovngarde, she felt that what she had received was far greater than anything she had missed out on. She became known in Sovngarde for always having a smile and something encouraging to say to others.