It never surprised him whenever Matianak appeared in his vicinity. They were in orbit around each other constantly, spinning and sewing, and creating black holes. He did so with flair while she did so In the quiet of the darkness. A whispered word, a pouty suggestion. He imagined how stifling it had been in the recent times, although he had not been around to know the ins and outs of what may have occurred. From scents alone he gathered everyone remained in their same packs as alphas. Perhaps they had all grown fat and lazy while he splurged on chaos in the outlands. Not for long, not while he was here.

A flash of fangs is returned with a widening of his grin, his eyes burning with mirth and malice both. It was a favorite of his to get her hackles up at times, their words always barbed as they flung them at one another. Still, he fancies she is as pleased to see him as he is to see her. It is surprising to him, this feeling of being content at her presence. Maybe it was just a reminder of what once was.

”Complacent indeed,” he quips back with a grunt of disgust before she continues on a derisive laugh. His thoughts churn, wondering. Eden had been quite prolific in his gene spreading but had never really settled down. Maybe it was a sign of age – was the seaside King ailing? ”Pity, you would have made a fierce queen I think,” he replies with an exaggerated sigh following by a suave smirk.

Blackthorne gives a barking laugh at her endearment. Sweet he was not but he understood her real meaning well enough. ”Suffice it to say, sister, that the outlands are in a bit of a disarray since I left. It was fun while it lasted but I long for more… cunning prey. They are simple and plentiful enough to appease my tastes anyways. You should see your nephew soon. He will no doubt be making his rounds to visit everyone once again. He has quite grown.” Grown in both intelligence and body, with a strange sense of everything. ”Speaking of him, have you seen our father around of late?” He bares his fangs at the suggestion, ears falling back; Underidge had started this game, stealing Nyteshade, and when Blackthorne had hunted him down, he had decided to keep the boy to himself for a while and train him up.