That had been what he had awoken to, his red daughter's head poking down into he and Caligula's den with eager anticipation. He grumbled initially, yawning as he stretched out next to his mate before beginning to crawl from the den, his daughter bounding away excitedly. It was obvious enough that she had hoped to have greeted them; thankfully, she had thought otherwise. She had to learn, first and foremost, how to deal correctly with strangers, as the last time had not fared so well on her behalf. As he shook his pelt free from debris, he could feel her eyes planted on him and with a defeated sigh, he turned to her then with a stern look, drilling in the fact that he was not kidding.

"You may watch from a distance - only listen. If you are wanting to learn, then you are going to do so where you cannot get in the way."

It seemed she was less than impressed to hear that, huffing and rolling her eyes though eventually agreeing with the sentiment. With that out of the way, and his form returned to one that did not look like it had quite literally rolled out of its den, he began to move in the direction that his daughter had informed him of. According to her, there were two young strangers by the borders, two of which smelt faintly familiar to her, though she claimed Maradona might have known more about that. After all, Tesseract's darker daughter had recently spent time with wolves of all packs in Taviora. He nodded along, taking into stride each piece of information she offered him before dismissing her so that she might circle around and watch from a decent vantage point. Whoever they were, they seemed to be here with some ulterior motive, having been waiting by the border in silence for some time.

As he came closer, he was able to catch a glimpse of the pair, his eyes fast taking in their forms. One was young, so young, barely even a year old it seemed and the other had to be around his daughter's age. Even then, she was small and petite, and yet she held a look of determination on her features as he approached. Instantly, he shifted his posture into something more deserving of his rank, his tail shifting so that is arced somewhat behind him. He stood tall over the pair as he halted a short distance from them, his eyes sliding back and forth between the two before resting on the older female.

Spirane. He could smell it across their pelts like a thick cloak; he pondered for a moment, considering why they had come exactly. Had Purge gotten ahead of herself? Had she already planned to begin reaching out for allies? Interesting, that were. Since her take over, there had been a static silence from the mountain, and now it seemed to have broken. There had been... inklings of unrest, but otherwise, silence.

"Welcome to Glorall. I assume Purge has sent the pair of you?"

He cocked a brow, waiting rather expectantly for them to begin whatever the wo of them had come for.