It was easy to wait patiently. She did not doubt Blackthorne would depart in a similar direction as the way he came. He might skirt through Glorall again, or even go elsewhere, bu that meant the Grotto was perfect neutral territory. Most places to cross into Iromar where in the Crags or the Grotto, so this was likely the area Matianak would spy him upon his return to the moors. She preferred not to follow him to Iromar, but rather she would wait. Matianak was a patient wolf, after all, and very little tested that patience. Her brother came close at times, but never so much to the degree that she might lash out at him.

Her steps were quiet as she crossed the threshold of Glorall, following the water way that separated them and Diveen in many places. He would know she was waiting, that she had been watching. Matianak had been too far away to hear anything, but it wasn't their meeting that was of interest. Not in the least. Deep in her pale blue eyes was a little secret that she was quite certain her half-sibling would enjoy to hear.

A wry smile played on her maw as she found a place near one of the cave openings to get comfortable. Matianak settled to her haunches and scanned the area, still patient, still smiling. Moments like this were rather exciting, even if it didn't show on her features as anything more than a warm and pleasant smile. For all the things she was, warm and pleasant was the bottom of the list.