It felt odd to have to carry another's weight - he had done so with his own children, surely, but an adult? It was an odd thing but he supposed there had been many more odd things to have occurred in Moladion, let alone Glorall itself. He pulled Iblis along as best as he could, keeping an eye closely on the rise and fall of his chest. He wondered whether or not to bother Riopat, or if the male would simply stick to his word and rest the one night. Nonetheless, he'd need to be guarded to some extent and Tesseract assumed such a role would fall upon himself. He'd need to keep the predators away, though seldom did anything larger than a fox or coyote roam about Glorall. Besides, day was soon and no doubt his own children and the others would be roaming - perhaps he would catch a nap in the waning summer sun, enjoying the heat before the path to winter begun. Easy thoughts for a rather difficult journey to the den.

By the time they got there, Tesseract was feeling rather off put too by their short journey - the extra seventy pounds hadn't exactly been all that enjoyable to pull uphill. Nonetheless, he listened intently as Iblis spoke, his lip curling up into an amused smile. He couldn't say he wasn't impressed by the male's fighting tenacity, if what he had said was true at least. Had Trenus not failed in killing one of their kind once upon a time? And yet here stood a wolf the size of a fawn who could dismantle two. If there were ever a wolf he desired to steal away, perhaps he'd found one: it was, so to say, merely a shame about their first encounter, one that still left a bitter taste in the back of his mouth.

"You do us all a service, though perhaps you grow to brazen with your actions."

He cocked a brow, his lips pursed for a moment before he rocked back to be seated, taking a position a short distance to the left of the den, allowing breathing space for Glorall's new found guest. He began his watch then, lazily glancing in the distance as he contemplated just where to begin his scouring. He supposed the border Iblis had passed: he'd re-mark it, and cast away any foliage he found too blood soaked. Maybe he'd search a short while for the bodies to confirm the kill. At Iblis' query and yelp, his attention sharply turned to him with a rather blank stare as he mulled over the question. Finally, he perked up into a more kindly grin.

"Perhaps you gave me your sharp tongue in the past, but Glorall is a pack for any and all. It's clear enough you have few allies - but that is the story of many here. Now tell me, do you require a healer? We can't have you yelping all day. There are children I'd prefer not to see you in such a condition."

Of course, half truths were still truths at the end of the day.