Matianak had been lurking about Glorall, working to cement her place here. She was still waiting for Eden on word to become the pack's Owl. It was a funny thought, for Blackthorne had considered pursuing such before traipsing off to Iromar. The grey coated woman could not fault him for his methods. It took a certain kind of cunning to play at a mother's natural instinct to threaten their children. She knew no such feeling, and likely never would based on current events. Her brother's Commander had the potential. She intended to feel that out a bit more in coming months.

Her tail flicked slightly as she lurked near Glorall's borders. Natiya had come bearing a... gift for Eden. It fascinated her, though there was a hint of anger there as well. The scent of Underidge's blood triggered something. But she couldn't be that upset. Her father was still alive, after all. She paced rather patiently, waiting until Natiya's business with The Fortitude was concluded. A smile creased her maw as she approached Natiya standing there.

"Sister," she echoed in an almost purring tone. A light laugh escaped her. "I couldn't go without congratulating our brother for all his machinations," Matianak said with a slight tilt of her head, pale eyes lingering on her half-sister. "My skills are better suited here, sister. Plus, if our brother does not have eyes outside of Iromar, he will never know when the world will turn against him," she said. Her tones were far more serious though. As much as she had a way with words, there was no denying the goodly packs of Moladin did not take kindly to Blackthorne's methods.