Matianak was mildly surprised by her skills in being friendly. Then again, the young woman did have a way with words. She was adapting quite readily to the situations warranted. It was because of that she did not lash out at Samia. Indeed, the thought of perhaps using other skills available to the pack's Witch intrigued her greatly.

Her tail swayed absently as she paused abruptly. A blur of motion out of the corner of her eye. Matianak's nose twitched as she set her gaze upon an unfamiliar pack member had chosen to approach her. The grey female's eyes narrowed slightly, but the scent was unmistakable. This was one of Triton's relatives. His father perhaps?

She inclined her head ever so slightly as he approached, choosing to give an introduction. To the point, he seemed. It wasn't a name she was familiar with, but then again, there was no way to know every wolf who ever resided in Glorall. Not yet at least, she told herself. "Matianak," the woman said in turn, tilting her head slightly as she looked over Thor. "You must be Triton's father. He speaks quite highly of you," she added with a smile. It was a guess based purely on scent alone. The man could have been the boy's uncle. But it felt like the right thing to say.