Finally, he had done it. He had taken a home for himself, for his mate and his children - after almost six long years, he had finally achieved what he had been born to do. Of course, such a blessing did not come without sacrifice and he ached, his muscles tired and weary and his scruff and sides torn and bleeding. Still, what was important was that he had defeated Rhoedias and had thus won the rights of Glorall as per the laws of tooth and claw. Tesseract - the king, the alpha, a leader. Despite the pain, such thoughts made him smile inwardly to himself, making the long journey back to Caligula and his children more than worth it. He needn't say anything but simply it had been done. They would know for they had been waiting just as long as he.

He'd hardly waited to make it back to Glorall, onlyy taking the time to cleanse his wounds before they had begun their journey. Already, he had ensured the children understood what had happened - they had a home now and they no longer needed to worry about whether they were safe or not (though he doubted they ever did.) Of course, he put additional emphasis on teaching them during their journey that for now, they would need to keep their mouths close until they settled in. After all, it was not going to be easy work to impress a pack that had seen so many changes of leadership. Tesseract, however, was here to stay and would prove to them that he was not merely a temporary fixture. Already, Cersei was eager to begin meeting the other children and pestering the adults for multiple educational pursuits - at least, he thought, it would keep her distracted and teach her something of value rather than her aimless wandering.

When they had arrived at Glorall, he had sent Caligula and their daughters forward to find themselves a suitable den. For now, he would need to spend some time marking the borders, informing the outside world that once again, there had been change. The entire task had been surprisingly joyful, his lips pulled into a smile the entire time. Yes, he'd finally done it. He could finally feel at peace, and for the first time since leaving Iromar, the future did not make him uncomfortable. Of course, there were so many concerns within him but for now... he was content to put them aside. With a final perimeter check of the Northern most border, he had taken to entering the pack to greet what remained - if any - of the residents. Rather than enter the thickets, he loped down the beach, enjoying the feel of the sand between his toes and the gentle sting of the salt air against his wounds. It was refreshing, invigorating perhaps.

Soon enough, he made his way to one of the higher hills by the shore, climbing to its summit so that he might look out over the forestry. It was there that he decided he would call for them, his howl echoing out over the landscape. Would they come? He imagined he had his work cut out for him, what with Glorall never having been the largest of packs. Still, it was worth a shot and if none came, it would merely give him more to strive for. He had not taken a home lightly or solely to quench his dominant drive, but because he had always believed himself to be an excellent candidate for such a position. A pack was, as he had been taught, an extension of one's family and self and his loyalty was firmly within that belief - those who lived among him would be more than simply pack wolves.

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