The weeks went by, and more and more of the pack began to accept, and even genuinely like, Jergen. It turns out that he was very good-natured, and was a hit with the pups. Ylwa also noticed more than one of the young, available females leering at him whenever they happened to be in his proximity (which was a little more often than would have happened under natural circumstances, it would seem).

Despite having most of the available females in the pack eager and willing to be his, Jergen chose not to pursue any of them, despite Ylwa's initial coldness towards him. He checked on her at least once or twice a day on the days when he would let him come close, and Ylwa eventually began to accept his presence more and more. As the months passed, there was more than one occasion where they sat and talked through the night and even into the early morning hours. He shared what his world was like, and Ylwa shared her experiences growing up in a feral pack.

While talking with Jergen about the world outside of the confines of her pack, Ylwa felt something stirred within her. A sense of adventure, possibly? She loved hearing about everything that went on throughout Skyrim, as she learned that the entirety of their woods and the surrounding lands was called. And she learned that there were other countries outside of Skyrim even. Places with different people, different ways of living. Ylwa picked Jergen's brain for all sorts of details about people she hadn't met and places she hadn't seen. Although Jergen initially seemed happy that Ylwa was tolerating his presence, he tired of these information-sharing sessions long before Ylwa did and usually excused himself before Ylwa was done with her interrogation.

Of all of the things that they discussed, the one that most fascinated Ylwa was the subject of books. There were a few poorly-maintained books lying around her pack's living area, but not many of the pack knew how to read, and most of those didn't seem to put much stock in the few tattered volumes of paper and ink that could be found amongst the pack's possessions. Because of this, Ylwa had never really enquired about the books or reading. But according to Jergen, books told the stories of people who lived now and long ago. They were a way of learning about the things that had been experienced by others without having to actually go through those experiences yourself. Though Jergen didn't put much stock in reading books himself, Ylwa thought that the notion sounded delightful, and begged and begged Jergen to teach her how to read, but to no avail.

Despite his determination to be around for Ylwa, and the pups once they were born, it was clear that Jergen was restless living with Ylwa's pack. He and Ylwa even spoke of the subject a few times. Through their conversations about the outside world, Ylwa had a growing certainty that the emptiness she felt was due to the desire for more… a more that her small world did not offer. Jergen also had not given up the notion of Ylwa and the pups going to live with him and his "Companions". Eventually, Ylwa agreed that she would go with him on a trial basis once the pups were old enough to travel, on the condition that he would supply her with books and find someone who would teach her how to read. Jergen agreed to that arrangement ecstatically. For both of their good, though, they agreed to keep their arrangement a secret.

Once the time had drawn near for Ylwa to give birth to what was now certainly twins, Jergen had settled well into the pack dynamic. Although Rezso's personal distaste for Jergen still lingered, he allowed him to be trusted with many responsibilities around the campsite and surrounding areas. Ylwa had learned to tolerate his presence on the occasions where he wanted to talk with her about how she was doing, and enquire after any updates on the pups. After a while, she even began to look forward to these quiet, intimate moments where his concern was focused fully on her.

The big day finally arrived, and it turned out that Ylwa was carrying twin boys, both strong and healthy, and with hair as dark as Ylwa's. She named them Farkas and Vilkas. Ylwa's next few weeks were a blur of caring for one child or the other. She even allowed Jergen to finally move into her tent so that he could help out with caring for his new sons. He allowed Ylwa a much-needed reprieve, and a chance to recover from the exhaustion of carrying and then caring for her two new pups.

These pups were her pride and joy, though. From the moment Farkas was first placed in her arms, and then Vilkas, she felt a glowing warmth that she had never known before. And this warmth just grew and grew. It began in her chest and spread to her stomach, then all the way down to her toes. She even felt the warmth in her head, a place where she had attempted to never welcome anything but truth and cold facts. All reason was swept out from under her, and there was no logical explanation for why she felt the way she did about these two helpless, squallering pups. But she loved them, more than she had ever loved anything before. She questioned whether she even knew the meaning of love before meeting Farkas and Vilkas.

A few crazy months passed, of Ylwa not having time for much but tending to her new pups' needs, assisted sometimes by Jergen. Between feeding the pups, keeping them clean, and attending to their cries, Ylwa relished the quiet moments where she was able to just clutch one or the other to her chest and stare into his silvery-blue eyes as she quietly sang him to sleep. She felt very close to them at these times, as they looked up at her innocently and with complete trust that she would meet all of their needs. They were completely dependent on her and her alone, and there was no one else that they would rather be with (even their father, she frequently reminded herself with a smug sense of self-satisfaction). She cherished every moment that she had with these small, warm, snugglable bundles of love.

One morning, Ylwa heard Jergen hastily approaching her tent. He entered, and Ylwa could immediately tell that he was anxious – out of breath almost. He had obviously hurried here from somewhere. This caused a pang of stress in Ylwa, which set Vilkas, who was almost asleep at that time, to crying.

"What's wrong?" Ylwa asked Jergen, voice laced with concern.

"I just saw Accaila," Ylwa's heart sank at that name, "and she said that the Companions are in a rough place right now and need me back." With each word that he spoke, Ylwa moved further from concern and closer to anger.

"And you told them no, right? You have responsibilities here – to the pack and to your sons."

"I told her that I would be there tomorrow." Jergen replied.

Ylwa seethed. "And when are you to be expected back here?" she ground out.

"As soon as I am not needed anymore." Jergen replied. By his demeanor, Ylwa could tell that he was not expecting to be "not needed" anytime soon. "But I will come back and visit you and the boys. I will even bring gifts."

"Gifts?!" Ylwa spat. "What gift is there that can replace your presence?"

Jergen just hung his head. "I'm sorry. I will come back to visit as soon as possible."

Ylwa turned her back to him and began to rock the still-crying Vilkas in her arms.

He left her tent, and came back a couple of hours later to kiss Farkas and Vilkas goodbye.