Matianak was contemplating a great deal of things. The venture to Iromar had proven quite... enlightening, especially as it came to Blackthorne. There were a great number of possibilities, even the invitation of a place in Iromar for herself. It was tempting, but to be on the other side of Glorall's border on a regular basis meant a small chance of keeping proper tabs on her littermate. Her tail swayed back and forth, musing over what to make of the new situation. No doubt she would pass some of what she discovered to Eden. All in due time, the grey lady told herself.

Until then, she padded along the beach. The sand under her paws was a far more comforting feeling. The salt on the air was a relief. Iromar held such a stench. It was naturally occurring, but it was still a rather putrid smell to her nose. After a time, something else drew her attention. A boy who was a couple years her junior. The only pup born that season into the pack. She did not know this, but either way it went, his speaking to what appeared to be nothing seemed peculiar. As she drew closer, Matianak noticed thought she spied a tiny jelly fish near him. So he spoke to sea creatures. That too was peculiar, but in a slightly different way.

"Are we so dull and drab that you speak to the sea creatures instead of your packmates?" she asked with a slight raise of her brows. She was not so inclined to speak to children herself, but Triton was no longer a pup in need to constant fretting over by his parents. Perhaps she might test things out speaking with a yearling.