After one particularly long journey, Ylwa returned home to find her pack camped out in what was practically the backyard of the Hunting Grounds prison!
"What are we doing here? It's not safe!" she told anyone who would listen and seemed like they might have some say in where the pack stayed.
Most of the pack just ignored her, but someone finally responded, presumably just to get her to be quiet. "We were driven out of our home, and we don't have the numbers back yet to retake it. This is one of the safest places in all of the Hunting Grounds." he said with confidence.
"But what of the prisoners?" Ylwa said in a hushed voice, hoping that none of the infamous outlaws were listening in on her conversation.
"What prisoners?" he asked.
"The ones that live in that lodge over there!" Ylwa replied. "Surely you have taken note of them."
"Silly pup!" he replied. "Who told you they are prisoners, and why on Hircine's great Hunting Grounds did you believe them? Those are the Companions. They are certainly an odd lot, but they do no harm to outsiders unless they are provoked. Which is precisely why we are safe here. If someone comes to attack us, they will likely appear to be a threat to the Companions also, and get more than they bargained for. Now mind your own business and not the gossips'."
Companions… Jergen's family... Ylwa's mind whirred with questions and possibilities. She had to get some answers. And she may even be bold enough to pay the Companions a visit. But not today. Not until she'd had a good day's rest. She fell asleep to the fantasy of again holding Farkas and Vilkas in her arms, and dreamed of them wandering around the pack's campsite on their short, chubby legs.