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It seemed the change that the blast had incited had no intention to stop - it was curious to say the least. From afar he had watched others join together, watched them traverse over the landscapes in pack formations. It had not been surprising and yet he found it entertaining to say the least; it seemed Heyel's hoard had no plans on splitting, for he had watched the Angels with their companions. Another lot he had not seen before crafted a large group, too, on the outer rim of the world; and another chased bison for fun it seemed. Others, too, formed small groups. Change was upon them - no longer did the previous Kings and Queens reign but at least his mother had finally taken the initiative upon herself. Honestly, he would have stood atop a throne if he had so been given the chance but sadly for him, the great change had happened a mere year too early. Just on the cusp of becoming his species equivalent of a man - soon they would have no choice but to take him seriously. Soon, he would play the game that so many chose to gamble with.

But it just so happened that being on the cusp of his manhood meant he was to desire simpler things in life; to wander, to explore and to find the very souls that lurked in their new world. He understood that before his fourth year of life, he would need to make a name for himself - to prove himself and as much as he would have liked to believe it to be simple, it would be difficult. There were loose ends that needed to be tied up or severed completely; things he needed to better understand. At three, he had found himself suddenly curious of the opposite gender - something he had never been interested in before - and yet, as much as he observed and watch, he found himself ultimately unsatisfied until he returned to his family. Caligula, it seemed, had become the central deity of his world - she did not appreciate his wanderings so much, not his lonesome one's at least and whereas he would have loved nothing more than for her to remain by his side each and every second of the day - sometimes, the inevitable happened. Today had been one of those days. He'd been following a nearby scent - a male and female - through the ridges and hillsides of grass. He did not know why he tracked, nor who it was he did but he felt it to be important. After all, any and all information he was able to gather would be pertinent not only to himself but to his family. If Vague had succeeded in one thing, it had certainly been creating a supreme tracker; naturally analytic, Vague's methods were perfected ten fold. Each fiber of fur was discovered; each and every foot step and every change of the wind brought him new clues to his prey's whereabouts. Just over the ridge. Just beyond the tree line. Then there.

Something was familiar about the male and yet, whatever it was remained on the tip of Tesseract's tongue. Pausing momentarily at the tree line, he watched the male for a second ensuring he stood down wind from his toy. Tesseract stood taller, if by only an inch, and yet the other was more thickly insulated by muscle; a warrior with an appearance so familiar. He smelt of loneliness. A female's scent graced him and yet otherwise, it appeared he was without a pack; the area was thick with his musk, however, and for that reason alone did Tesseract's lavender gaze sweep the surrounding area. He was in this strange white male's territory - the thought brought a daring grin to his features before disappearing just as fast. He was young and full of fight, out to ultimately prove himself and yet... perhaps some of his mother still lived within him.

Slowly he slid from the tree line, his ethereal form approaching the male with near silent grace before he allowed a short, deep bark to be issued. Though confident, he kept his head relatively low and his tail horizontal to his tail as he came to stand within yards of the male, settling atop his paws by the creek side. Again, his gaze swept the area in search of vantage points and possible hindrances; the creek was obvious, along with the slippery rocks by the very shoreline and the sharper lot by the tree line. He did not expect a fight and yet... well, he was always prepared. Every inch of the other male was analysed too - from his posture, to the way his fur stood to the potential hint of scarring beneath his thick pelt. Still, Tesseract forced a stiff smile to his handsome features, lifting his head coolly to meet the other's gaze with a brief, singular shake of his plumed tail.

"Good day; I hope I am not intruding," he called forward, bowing his head low momentarily and flashing the male a sheepish, wry grin, "Company is hard to come by these days, yes? Ever since the great incident and all, it seems we are spread far and wide."

Test one: had the male been present before the disaster? If he had not been, then perhaps there was value in his unfamiliarity - naivety was always a possibility in such cases. Had he been present, then perhaps there was value in such a thing too - previous packs, information, worth in a prior rank. It was all information that the claws of Tesseract were hungry to dig into; the stranger's mind needed to be dug at and picked at, each and every secret uncovered. Still, he acted his usual cool self; a handsome smile here and there with a friendly-enough gaze. He had been born a machine in an angel's body.

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