Blood, fresh and old, a putrid combination that infiltrated the pack as an unwanted guest in the night breeze. It rode easily through the darkness, reaching in to the main land just as the cry broke the silence. With it broke his sleep, already disturbed by the lingering scent of gore. He took no time to hesitate, suspicious already of whoever it might have been. It was not often that such a sound and such a smell brought good news, after all. He rose and began towards the source, his tail arched in dominance as he kept to the darker, shaded paths. Whoever this stranger was, he did not want to be seen by them until he chose it to be the proper time. Who knew - perhaps he would be forced to call upon the other wolves of Glorall to protect their home from a beast such as Tobias.

He skirted along the shrubs and trees that bordered the shoreline, his eyes searching for a figure on the sands. The smell was stronger now, a rancid smell that caused him to huff beneath his breath in distaste. He'd smelt blood plenty of times, but he never wanted to smell it upon his land. It didn't take long, though, to find the exact location of the not-so-stranger who rested by the borders. Behind the cloak of copper and sand, he found a scent he faintly recognised as that Iblis fellow. It had been an interesting time that he had met him in particular - had he not been so self assured even then? Yet here he was, bloodied and beaten, desperate it seemed for the attention of somebody he had so long ago dismissed. Perhaps Tesseract was sick to find some sort of satisfaction in knowing that and yet, he preferred a different method of dealing with those that had wronged him. Why allow his wounds to take him when he could let his guilt do so? Make him realize how wrong he had been that day.

The smallest of smiles crossed his face as he emerged from the foliage, sliding down the dunes and breaking into a job along the sands. It took him little time to arrive at a comfortable distance, slowing to a stop as he met the wounded male's eyes levelly. His voice dripped with the echo of Iblis' own words, his tone pleasant and yet... the intent was clear enough, he supposed.

"I can smell that you are not of Glorall, stranger, but a lone wolf. Who are you and what brings you to the sea so late at night?"

He paused, confining that twisted grin to the smallest portion of his lips before he glanced behind the other, his ears flickering forward. He listened for a moment, sniffing wearily at the air before returning his attentions to Iblis.

"You were not followed, though in such a state you will be soon. Tell me, are you prepared to undergo a little more pain to stop such a thing?"

His eyes slowly slid towards the sea, its waves lapping at the shores with a rhythmic flush. Tesseract had learnt the hard way about the vicious sting of the ocean's waters, but there was no better way to cleanse a wound and snuff out the smell of blood.