Matianak watched him with interest for a moment, offering a somewhat off-putting to the right audience smile. A smile that had a great many things hidden beneath but never quite on the surface. A question came with the look on his face. "His sweet sister," A partial truth, the woman responded. Sister yes, but only half sister. She and Thorne shared a sire, of which the two of them had very wildly different opinions of.

The woman mirrored his head tilt at his continued inquiry. This was Blackthorne they were talking about. Trouble and chaos were trailed at his paws. "Perhaps not, but trouble follows my brother wherever he goes," she said, an amused grin playing on her maw. She inched forward, barely noticeable in the dim light.

"You know what I am to him. But what are you?" A partially genuine inquiry. After all, her brother had offered her a gift for keeping tabs on Umbra. If this was that wolf, this would prove a completely different direction in the conversation. She did not answer his last question. Matianak only smiled. To say she expected no trouble was a lie, to give any inkling of what Thorne might do would ruin the fun of watching the world burn.