He watched the pair continuously, observing each and every flicker of an eye or twitch of a muscle. There was more to learn about others by the small things rather than what they let on. Besides, it seemed to be natural to conceal much; Tesseract did so, and he expected many others did too. Regardless, he stayed as pleasant as ever, face alight with the smallest of smiles and eyes alight with an eagerness to uncover. It was when the smaller of the pair, the lady, responded to him that a brow slowly crept up over his features. Had she never witnessed pleasantries? What a horrendous place she must have come from. Nonetheless, he replied all the same, his tone relentlessly cool.

"Indeed, for I do live upon it. Ah, granted, that allows me some bias towards the shores."

It seemed she was just as fast to move into business, though her question seemed almost empty to him. There truly was no question on his position - his posture spoke of his dominance even when he did not consciously allow it. He practically radiated with a self assurance, one that seemed to rub off on those within Glorall - or perhaps he had just been fortunate enough to have been joined by wolves without a trace of timidness. If that were the case, then it would make sense for this Mistletoe and this Warlow to come to the borders. They seemed... at peace, unafraid. It was a good thing, of course.

"A pleasure to meet the two of you; I am Tesseract, the Potentate of Glorall."

He dipped his head in a shallow bow, an acknowledgement of their formal greeting before his gaze slid towards Warlow, nodding at his words. He could relate to this male on that level, at least, for he had spent much time with his own mate worrying about the safety and future of their children. It was not just their safety, of course, but all things that encompassed: their ability to defend themselves, feed themselves and understand danger. A pack offered children much more than a life alone could; did they understand that, too? Tesseract would not inquire, and instead he grinned in the most understanding way he could - a parent to another parent.

"We have raised over nine children here in the last two years; they are each wonderful. I can assure you, Warlow, that no wolf here has ever suffered, and those that come to us weak or tired are no sooner returned to their feet in health. Pack, after all, is a family."

That had always been the mentality he had maintained when it came to those within Glorall. They were more than simply a group of wolves living by the sea; they looked out for one another, taking one another's advice and finding their way in the world together. The lessons they learnt were learnt together. Most of all, they had always been accepting regardless of past or future. Rogue was a testament to that, he supposed. But to Mistletoe's question, for it seemed important enough. He turned then to her, head tilted slightly as he addressed her, glancing back to Warlow from time to time to ensure he knew the question was, too, poised for his response.

"I must inquire why it is I find you upon my borders. Is it that you believe Glorall to be the place for you?"