Never a soul tied to any one physical homeland, she was lucky enough to foster just enough bonds to help equip her to survive. First, she and her littermate shadowed a lone hunter, then melded into his assorted companions in continued travel as mountain-stalking huntsmen in the north. During these treks, and after, it was different families that came and went around them—some with more permanence than others. Eventually, her brother joined the ranks of those who left, and the siblings parted ways. Irura continued to run with the hunters, more seriously joining their league the older and more skilled she became.

Then, suddenly separated from them after what she can only assume was her death, a lonesome Irura was left to wander a strange landscape. Moons later, in search of new hunters to run alongside, the road brought her to a mountain where she joined a pack called Hrafnsvaktin.