As Matianak mused over the possibilities with the changes that had begun in Glorall, the wolf who came into her field of view was quite unexpected. She tilted her head ever so slightly. What a curious beast, she thought as a smile crossed her maw. Of all the wolves in all of Glorall to even approach her so brazenly, it was her own sire who lurked in the shadows. This was an unexpected surprise. Hadn't she just been asked about Underidge? At the time, she didn't know were he had taken to hiding. By the look of him, he didn't seem to ever come out during daylight hours. She could have asked what prompted this, but the woman knew exactly why the Thorn was out.

Change had happened. "If you used your nose, not far," she answered rather abruptly. Whoever he asked about specifically was irrelevant. While Matianak was no mind reader, she could guess who Underidge sought in one or two tries. Eden or Blackthorne. As she considered the probability of each, and the change as she returned home, he asked about Eden. The pale woman slowly closed the gap between them. She crinkled her nose as she got closer. He was most certainly foul, but it did not cause her to shy away. There were far worse things than to deal with another's stench.

"Perhaps it's time you followed him," she said. The smile that had played on her features disappeared. Follow Eden and step down, or race ahead and find his end. But how would her sire take such a statement. She was not one for brute strength, but she was quite adept in moving out of dodge. The question now was, would her father see her as a threat to his own station and being, or would he accept his fate as Eden had taken on his?