Truly, there had been hardly an ounce of him that felt all that social. He had felt the weight of it all these last few weeks; he remembered Vadik's insolence, his own son's seemingly endless teenage years and now, his mate's potential lack of passion, or at least that's what he had put her departure down to. Still, he had to at least try, and in some way, the idea did put his mind at more of an ease. Perhaps some new company would be what he needed, or at least give him something else to think about. He had been tempted to think back on the lady from Diveen; she had been a wild thing, sly with sharp words but what of this one? She seemed almost nervous or shy, perhaps. Did he have patience for another timid soul? He'd had enough of them come and go to know they were like words in the wind, after all.

He feigned patience, however, retaining a calm composure as he waited for some sort of inkling as to the reason she had come. After all, he had not asked but it... was expected, really. Wolves did not come to the borders of a pack for nothing, particularly when it seemed the only sought some form of company. Of course, the answer came soon enough, and he could not help himself: a brow raised in curiosity - they had lost the right? For certain, she could not have been from Rhoedias' lineage, though seldom things could ever be guessed so effectively. Nonetheless, he had to smirk in surprise as she spoke of remembering his time in Iromar. Even so long after he departed, it seemed that stigma lay upon him like the very mud of the pack.

"It is a pleasure to meet with you, Leviathan. I am Tesseract - please, do not hesitate to call upon any here. Any company is good company, after all, even if we are not kin."

He had always been adamant on Glorall being home forever, even for those that had chosen to leave. He imagined some sort of connection with those that had fallen for the shores, future and past, for it took a particular kind of wolf to find the allure in such a feral environment. It took a certain strength of character, he supposed. What of her, however? At least she seemed honest. The assumption came to fruition when she spoke of Sinopa, a name Tesseract himself had not heard in so long. What remained of her was so little - just her sons now and the residual knowledge she had left behind. Weylin, too, was a name seldom mentioned now and he paused in contemplation, though finally some sort of answer came to him.

"Weylin had the loyalty of many. They have since left this place, I imagine in an effort to distance themselves from grief. If I remember correctly, one of his pack wolves now holds rank in Spirane. Pan, I believe his name to be."

Perhaps, at least, that name could offer her more than he could. He had met with Pan only some time ago to discuss Spirane's affiliation with Glorall, and the boy had held a sort of nostalgic edge even then. He would know more, but for now, what was Tesseract to do? She had come wishing to see the lands but... would he be right to trust her? It would have been foolish to simply allow her entrance, particularly when her blood fell back on old bloodlines that had held Glorall once before. He had always been cautious and even now, his eyes narrowed momentarily before he spoke, testing the waters all the more.

"If my nose is correct, you have only returned recently? I'm sure Moladion is glad to have you back. How flattering that you might stop here so soon."

He grinned once more before he shifted, lowering himself to be seated with a brief tilt of his head towards her - an invitation of sorts, for her to join him. It did feel better to speak with another and yet, he could not quell the unrest he felt within his belly. He had to be certain, first, before he let her paws touch the sand.