It was hard to not hear of the exploits of others throughout Moladion - many seemed to have loose tongues, wangling them about and allowing their words to fall upon every set of open ears. Coszcotl had certainly earned the attention, or so the others would have them all believe. He spoke in odd tongues, conquered at the war and had stepped out from Diveen soon after to build his own empire. Certainly, it sounded like an impressive story and it intrigued Tesseract to no end. See, he'd always enjoyed a good story, particularly if it held a merit of truth. Of course, such a topic of discussion was hardly fitting for their first encounter, particularly in the presence of children who surely did not need to be exposed to the tales of fighting and warfare just yet. It was within him to hope that if he kept such knowledge from Cersei, then she would never be inclined to think in such a way if her time came to take Glorall's throne. War was made for those that could not seek a rational way around conflict, though he held no judgement on those forced to participate through pack relations alone. Even Rogue had been involved, after all.

As for the younger boy and his own daughter, he was content to allow them to speak to one another. His first impression of the boy Coszcotl had brought had already been a positive one - he was well spoken for, polite in all regards. Really, there was likely not a better role model for Cersei, or even Viora if she could ever be slowed down. When the boy spoke to him, however, he smiled down, a brow cocked just so slightly.

"You do well as such a thing, already."

He allowed Cersei to take over from there, leaving it merely at that before he turned his attention back to Coszcotl, who was (of course) the priority. Cersei had come to learn and surely, if the boy would indulge her, she would do so. Already, he had made an impression that would surely leave a sweeter taste in Tesseract's mouth than the impression that, say, Heyel and Azrael had left. When the male spoke, he dipped his head into a bow of agreement, confirming silently before he spoke.

"Indeed, I am Tesseract. I am honored that Alcide speaks of me, for he is a man of great standing in my eyes."

There was a temporary flashback within the back of his mind, a snapshot of so long ago when Alcide had cast him away from Spirane with his blood on his teeth. He had fought harder than any other Tesseract had encountered, even Fatality who had been notorious for flaying and decimating any and all she came across. Such a thing had brought upon him an unexpected respect, something he had hardly expected to gain from such a loss. It had been good in the end, he figured, for things worked out in their own way and at their own pace. As for Coszcotl, he still lingered on the thought of what others had said of the male. It would not have surprised him - with him seated so close, he could almost see the faint outlines of scars over the male. He moved to speak swiftly, ensuring his appraisal had not been too noticeable.

"Already, I hear many great things of Taviora. The wolves speak fondly of you, Coza, which is surely something to be admired these days. If what they say is indeed true, then I would be a fool not to hope that you come here wishing to know Glorall and our wolves better."

To be subtle was a difficult thing, a risky thing too at that. After all, a truce could easily be a fragile thing if made on too flimsy a grounds - he wanted to be certain that, like Alcide, Coszcotl was a wolf to be respected. He was sure that the male, too, wanted to know such a thing of Tesseract and truly, he was more than happy to prove such a thing. For now, he would suggest - with such gentle insistence - of, perhaps, a tour of the pack, or perhaps a day spent hunting small game, whatever it was that wolves did these days to appreciate one another. If he had it his way, he would have tested the male tooth to tooth; part of him wanted to see if the same respect for Alcide formed if he met Coszcotl on such a ground. Of course, such an encounter would be so much friendlier than his encounter with Alcide. How did one suggest such a thing, though? He dared not let the thought cross his features and instead, he replaced it with a kindly smile, his ears standing tall and his head tilted.

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