If Eden had never come to her, then perhaps it would have been his own loss. Matianak would have found a better use for her abilities elsewhere. It was strange to think that there was a time when Glorall was the only option as she weaved her little webs. They were still small strings, but she had ties to both Iromar and Asteraia now. It was quite the useful thing. If only she could plant such things among the other packs as well. In time, she told herself. In time.

The grey woman only smiled as another set of paws joined her in the sand. She slowed some to close the gap between herself and Eden a little quicker. Matianak gave a surprisingly gentle wave of her tail. She was somewhere between happy and excited that he had chosen to seek her out today. Yet surprised, she was not. Such a poor wolf she would be if she were surprised by an encounter with the wolf who led the pack she called home.

It was easy to shift her attention from the path ahead to meet Eden's gaze. "The Fortitude is never a bother, though I am hardly a mystery," Matianak said. It wasn't a completely untrue statement, to those the woman chose to speak her secrets and mysteries. Her pale blue eyes drifted away from the brute for a moment. "A fair den location always seems more difficult to come by when there is a need for it, don't you think?" she posed to him in response to his question.

She had yet to decide to make such a place here, or elsewhere. Something in her core said the birth of her pups would be better suited elsewhere for those first weeks. It was simply a matter of where. The plains or the moors. If there were pups to be born in Iromar, they would undoubtedly be her brothers. In the plains, that was the place her own's sire resided. Either was a possibility, but the moors would prove more and more likely as the season progressed.