Matianak maintained a relatively reasonable pace. She would cast a glace over her shoulder as Ehiyeh followed. So despondent this other woman seemed! The grey woman almost felt as if she could find some sort of glee in her misfortune. Almost, but at least willing to investigate, it was the beginnings to breaking in to her mind. Her pale eyes scanned the devastation ahead, quite amused by it all. That a force of wind could cause such destruction.

Yet, there were no signs of any deceased wolves, neither by sight nor by smell. It seemed the land itself had taken the brunt of the storm and those who denned nearer to the beaches were wise enough to either be away or tucked away out of harm's reach. She nodded slightly to acknowledge who they were seeking, and in Matianak's mind not likely to find. Her steps faltered slightly when Ehiyeh continued.

She looked back briefly, slowing down her own pace to allow her current companion to walk alongside her. "A freak wind storm is hardly anyone's fault," she retorted. Though the tone did not last. "The Shade does not take before its time," Matianak added, her voice more genuine. Indeed, whatever you chose to call it. Shade, Death... It took what it wished when it wished, and not any time else.

"Perhaps there will be no need for such a thing. I hear names whispered in the darkness, but all of those names have faces. You are not one of those faces, nor are the two you described," Matianak said, more gently now and reassuring. Of course, the whispered names were those that she personally wished to see dead, but maybe a small bit of what she believed but ease some of Ehiyeh's mind. After all, if Death spoke to her, how could she not impart at least a small part of that knowledge.