Ylwa learned that her new "friend" was named Jergen, and that he had a pack beyond just the two that she had seen when she met him. His pack was a band of warriors known as the Companions who were not all werewolves. As a matter of fact, those who were wolves had to keep their other identity secret from those who were not. It sounded like he genuinely loved his "family" of non-relatives, but Ylwa couldn't understand how someone could consider those who are fully human to be family. She had grown up on stories of humans slaughtering her kind for sport. From his description, they sounded like great people, but that would never be the same as a family who knew you for what you were.
Eventually, the excitement that had initially spurred Ylwa on had faded, and reality began to sink in. Jergen and Ylwa both realized that they could not go on like this forever. Jergen was drawn back to his responsibilities and his "pack", for whom he had to play pretend. Ylwa had begun to have a nagging feeling creep in that chastised her for probably worrying those who cared the most about her. She pleaded with Jergen to escort her to within a day's journey of her family so that she could go back alone and let them know that she was fine. She assured him that, once they knew she was okay, they could run off together and live a life somewhere alone, eventually starting a pack of their own. Jergen wanted nothing to do with that plan. He was fine with Ylwa going back to tell her family that she was okay and would be striking out on her own, but was adamant that she return home with him. Ylwa was adamant that she would never visit his home. Eventually, Ylwa decided to compromise with Jergen and offered for him to go with her to join her family, since he seemed to place such a high value on having an established pack.
"They will be a little rough on you at first, but eventually they will come to love you, just like they do the rest of us." Ylwa pleaded.
"I am going back home, and that's that. I can't go live with some feral pack. I am a member of the Companions. I have duties and responsibilities."
"You will receive duties and responsibilities once you are accepted as a member of my pack!" Ylwa bluffed, hoping that was how it worked.
"You don't understand. I can't just walk away from my duties to the Companions. Joining your pack and taking up duties to them would mean that I was not fulfilling the responsibilities that I already have to my family!" Jergen insisted.
Ylwa didn't understand. His secret-keeping family was no family at all. "Well I can't leave my family, because they need me."
"For what? What sorts of responsibilities could a pack with no ties to human civilization possibly need from their members?" he asked. "Collecting food and chasing intruders off of their land? You have a chance to make a difference in Skyrim, or at least the opportunity to live any life that you want. Surely you would like to have more than they can offer you. I can offer you whatever sort of lifestyle your heart desires."
"I don't care about your Skyrim! And life with my pack is everything that I want." Ylwa declared obstinately.
"You don't even know what else is out there, do you?"
"I know enough to know that I don't want any of it. It is all garbage." she fibbed. The truth was, she would like to know what else was out there, but she didn't particularly care to find out through him and his non-family. And she absolutely didn't want to have to hide who she was, which certainly would be a requirement if she went with him. "I am going home." And she immediately turned around and began to walk away.
Jergen stood there in stunned silence for a moment. How could she not want him? He had offered her the possibility to have any kind of life that she wanted. There were plenty of jobs coming in, he could just pick up extra work in order to pay for anything that she desired. She really must not have been able to imagine the possibilities. And even if he was dirt poor, was this week not enough to convince her that he alone was worth having? A few minutes later, he went running after her.
"Ylwa!" he shouted. "Wait a minute. Let's try this conversation again. I am sure that we can work something out."
"No." she replied flatly, and turned to look at him. "You will never leave your precious so-called "family" to join mine, so there is no way for this to work." She snarled at him with a feral gleam in her eye. "Go away." She could feel his heart sink, and he just stood there, planted to the spot, until she was far enough away that she couldn't sense his disappointed presence any more.