Winter was upon Moladion. Matianak had decided to meander about the free lands. There was a deep stirring within her that said she must reproduce, but she had yet to encounter a male she felt worthy of such a task. Sure, Asriel had the potential as her imprint, but even that connection did not sway her decision to choose him rather than another should they present themselves. As a result, she retreated to the depths of her thoughts as she moved through the Woodlands.

The pale woman intentionally skirted the region closest to Asteraia's western border. The cannibals intrigued her. They were a different sort of beast. The idea did not strike her as something within her tastes, but still it remained an interesting thought process all the same. Then there was her conversation with her brother. Much to think sift through and determine which bits of information to keep for herself and which to pass along to Eden. She was patient and would approach Eden with what he requested in her time. After all, much could be discerned and discovered out in the free lands that one did not get when speaking directly to one of a pack.

Matianak paused briefly. She lifted her nose to scent the air. There seemed to be a storm brewing to the southeast. Not quite Glorall, but definitely their neighbor Diveen would see it. It might drift north or south, but from here there was no telling without being out in the open. The grey female continued through the forest, lost in thought. To the outside, she seemed oblivious to the world around her. Matianak was not. She was calculating and mindful of everything going on regardless of whether she paid any amount of attention to it or not.