He had seen her loitering in the back of his peripherals as a white ghost among the trees and foliage. Of course he had been curious as to why she seemed to hesitant, if not opposed, to approaching though ultimately, it was logical. After all, how many paws had Glorall been through until Tesseract had his rule? If he had lost count then undoubtedly the wolves within the land had too, or perhaps they had simply stopped caring. Perhaps they merely saw him as another temporary face, one that would soon go missing as the others did. Ah, how wrong they were for if there had ever been one with the intention of staying then it had certainly been Tesseract. It had not been on a whim that he had desired control of Glorall - he had to, for it was who he was entirely.

He had allowed the stranger her peace, allowing her to move or leave as she so desired - he would not call for her but rather find her privately, as he hoped to do with the others, too. Simply put - a pack was a congregation of many individuals. They needed to be addressed individually if he wanted them to feel a sense of unity, right? They needed to each matter. That had been what his mother had told him, at least, before she had began to lost whatever logical ability she had. It might have been the only useful advice she had given him in regards to being an Heir and thus, he had held onto it for as long as possible.

With a final moment of affection between he and Caligula, he dismissed his children to explore as they so desired before he began his search. Her scent was easily found and he followed, self assured that she indeed posed no threat. Though he did not know what the prior Queen's relationship had been with the pack, he had found them less hostile than he had originally imagined. It was good but still rather strange, though he remembered that so many seemingly took to Baphomet's rule without objection. That, he thought, would not be the case with him. He would build his empire so strong that if any questioned he or Caligula, many would fret and revolt against such a thing. Yes, that had been his plan - one individual wolf at a time.

Eventually, he found her, the white ghost as he approached from her side. He had swung his trajectory so that he might do so, hoping not to approach from such a confrontational angle - behind or in front. Dominant as he were, he knew well that he would have to restrain such a thing for the time being. It was a new concept to build a pack off of loyalty rather than sheer dominance but one he hoped would pay off. Caligula would be the dominance and he would be the wit, the calm that kept it all together. He half smiled over the prospect before he barked out to gain the female's attention.

"A fine day for a walk, is it not?"

He bowed his head in a brief greeting, his tail arched in dominance and yet waving slowly - once, twice, thrice. He wore a smile, calm and yet always calculating as he analysed her from the toe up. Ah, she looked to be a fast thing like himself, light of weight. Had she a role before he had taken Glorall? Had he taken such a thing from her that would merit her avoiding him or had she simply another reason to venture so far from the others?

"You seem to know this place well. I take it you have been here for some time?"

He paused some distance from her, his head tilted slightly and brow cocked curiously. For now, he would avoid pressing his rank upon her - he didn't need to know her reason for the aversion, not yet at least. Right now, he was simply curious as to who she was in the grande scheme of Glorall.

T E S S E R A C T
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