Matianak conveniently left out the little bit of trouble she had caused for the plains wolves. It actually gave her a small reminded to see if she could prod at them again. It wouldn't be too difficult to utilize Lamia, Amon, or Rangda for that. She always seemed to gravitate to her first born girl, but this might require a bit more subtlety than her first born possessed. Much more like her uncle, she mused briefly as Blackthorne spoke. The grey woman merely shrugged at the notion of being a fierce queen. Perhaps, but her talents were not suited to leadership, but rather to aide the right leadership. His exaggerated caused her to give a smirk to warrant a verbal response. "And who would dare take me as their queen? No wolf is so bold," she said. Indeed no wolf was, at least not in her opinion.

More cunning prey? Blackthorne was always full of intrigue. It was one of the many reasons they got along to well. She liked the intrigue; it made her way with words all the more fun if they were to work together more often. More equals, Matianak liked to think. They just approached it differently. "I have no doubt he has, a little Shade no longer," she teased at him. The woman knew of her brother's disdain for what their father said spoke to him. The Shade, and yet little Nyteshade, who was not so little anymore, seemed to almost embody it. A strange notion, but a thrill she hoped to expand on in the future. "Underidge has been... quite absent in recent months. Absent enough that I will take his place in Glorall," she replied.

Whatever happened out there, their sire had been barely a scent on the wind, let alone a sight to see in any light. "Provided a more lucrative offer does not present itself," she added with a swish of her tail. "And where will the Darkbringer begin sowing his chaos now that he has returned?" Matianak inquired. Whatever he said, it would also give her own paw a bit of guidance. Either she could facilitate, or something start a different fire somewhere else.