If Matianak were the sort to say it out loud, she always held spiteful intentions. It was easy to cause trouble with words, to stir the pot, and none of the blood actually be on her paws. It made this venture, at the very least, interesting. The wolves that now inhabited Asteraia were not something she had known in her lifetime, so it only made sense that she investigate. True, this was what was suggested to her by Eden, but she would likely have come sooner or later.
Ripper's shrug was mirrored with her own. Whoever the White Knight was drawn to in Glorall, she would discover it sooner or later. After all, one did not ever come and go for nothing. She did not linger there. After all, he had said what she might have. No need to lingering on the deposed king. He was no longer leader here, and that was that. Wait, no... "A King who didn't really act like a King," she mused momentarily before the natural shift to the current leader. Queen, Pharaoh, whatever she deigned to be called. It all meant the same.
"Back?" she inquired curiously, "Surely things were not so terrible to leave your home only to return because someone you trusted took the reigns." Her pale eyes followed his gaze across the fields. Now that was something worth knowing. She knew little of Asteraia's history before Halcyon. Not that history of the other packs was something her father had impressed upon her and her siblings to learn.
A small laugh escaped her. Matianak already knew he was fishing. Let him have a little nibble perhaps? A nibble, but not a whole bit. "Oh, it only grows stale if you let it," the grey coated woman teased. Sure, Eden might have been long standing in his rule, but the... diversity of Glorall kept things from getting dull. Especially as things on the outside began to turn.