Matianak watched the boy with mild interest. Someone who spoke to the creatures that did not talk back was either bored or off in the head. Then again, just about everyone who lived in Glorall was perhaps a little off kilter. Still, she smiled at his startled reaction and bumbling words. "Matianak," she provided. Ma'am and Miss were certainly not terms for her even in the slightest.

It did not take long for him to carry on. The gray wolf's smile did not fade. She narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, watching his subtle body language. The poor boy was embarrassed, or perhaps a little nervous. "I should hope not, my young friend," Matianak said pausing only for a moment as someone else was now privy to their conversation. Her ears laid back briefly, shooting a brief, yet harsh glare towards Samia. She had never met the Witch, but there was no missing that distinct smell of healing herbs and other such remedies. It was not what Mat had in mind for the day.

"Indeed..." she muttered before turning her attention back to Triton. It would be slightly difficult shaking Samia if there was truth in her greeting to the boy. They were family, and this one seemed far closer with her own than Matianak did. Her tail twitched ever so slightly, ears perking back up. "Not today, I'm not. Even busy wolves take a break every now and again," Even as she said it, the words were a lie coming from her mouth. Matianak did not take a break. This conversation would either play to something she needed, or it wouldn't. She paused a moment, glancing to Samia briefly. "Perhaps we might walk the beach, hm? You can tell us about your sea-faring adventures," she cooed. Triton was indeed young, and perhaps might be swayed to her whims. It was merely a matter of testing the waters, especially with his aunt right there with them.