This year had taken a surprisingly interesting turn. Blackthorne had returned. Eden had stepped down as Fortitude of Glorall with a seemingly reluctant son to replace him. Her father had lurched out of the shadows. How the tides seemed to turn! She thought with almost child-like delight. That delight had been rather consistent until a proper round through her home had resulted in Lamia being decidedly absent. Amon watched from afar, as had Rangda recently, but her silent little serpent was nowhere to be found.

While Matianak was furious at the notion of one of her own children had abandoned their pack, had abandoned their mother as well, she went into her calculated motions. Perhaps her daughter had been stolen away. Such a thing was highly plausible. After all, she would not put it past a would be thief to have gotten lucky, or an adept thief to have had ideal timing. When she considered that possibility, her paws had drawn her towards Asteraia. The grey woman knew to be careful at those borders, but she was puzzled by what she discerned. Only Lamia's scent had drifted there and outside the borders, it was not intermingled with anyone else's. There was a faintness of her nephew, but Matianak did not care about what Nyteshade might have been up to in the plains. What would her daughter possibly want here? She gave them the chance to meet their sire, and left it at that.

She needed to consider all of her options at this rate. A snarl escaped her as she turned on her heels and stalked off through the fields. The hours passed and she eventually had come upon the Aplos River. Easy to do, when one considered how the waterway ran. Old smells of familiar wolves lingered, but there was a fresher one that had caught her attention. A soft growl rumbled in her chest. When was the last time she had actually done that when not warning her children about something? Matianak quickly composed herself and followed the trail.

It was not long until Sekhmet was within her line of sight. The woman gave a sharp bark, with full intent to draw attention to herself. Whatever was on the Nameless One's mind was irrelevant. As placid as Matianak's features were right now, deep down she was furious. She was also aware of the size difference between the two of them, as she mentally prepared for what might come. "What have you done with my daughter?" Her tone was level, but the accusation was there. Whatever it was, Lamia's lack of presence on Glorall and her scent found headed into Asteraia made this a problem laid at Sekhmet's paws whether she liked it or not.