Matianak was in surprisingly high spirits. The fall had proven quite and eventful time, and the early weeks of winter were well under way. There was a soft crunch of snow beneath her paws as she returned from the more northern reaches of Moladion. That had proven an exciting venture. She encountered few, but one stuck out quite readily. The large brute from Asteraia certainly made for an entertaining time. Afterwards, they parted ways with his return to the plains and she to the ocean side.

The grey woman knew what had come of the encounter. Matianak knew it was still quite early and was showing no outwards signs as of yet, but something had changed. The woman had not intended to have pups so early in her life. However, she highly doubted an opportunity would present itself again. With all the turmoil in the lands, young malleable minds to teach were important to have. It was important enough that she refused to take the pups of others, as the seed of doubt could be placed before she could get there paws on them. Beasts of her own flesh would be connected far more significantly than anyone else. On top of that, Kweku was an ideal physical specimen with which to reproduce. However, it was still too early for others to notice, and she had no intention of blurting it out to the world just yet.

So, she strolled the beach. Her long legs strode gracefully through the sand. The salty sea air filled her nostrils. For all the things she enjoyed doing, the salt ran through her veins. Matianak wondered absently if perhaps she might move herself to the plains before spring, or maybe the moors. The woman knew Blackthorne would take her, but within Iromar, she would never be seen as his equal. In the free lands, all wolves were equal. In Glorall, Matianak was gradually making her place and her mark on those she needed to. It was time to impart some information to Eden, when he was ready to meet with her. After all, she intended to cement a position for herself within the pack among the ranks, not as simply another set of paws in the pack. Yet how would the coming winter hinder that, she wondered. It was too soon to tell.

For now, she walked the beach, ignoring the obnoxious gulls as they cried out angrily at her for walking where they were settled on the sand. This winter would certainly be an interesting one, and Matianak knew it was only about to get even more entertaining as the weeks progressed.