Whatever it was about Glorall, the sea had a way with attracting a specific kind of wolf to its sure. They came in two forms, it seems; scared of a world too big or too big for whatever world they'd left. Rogue, Vadik, Viora... they all had an attitude, ceaseless as it were. Otherwise, wolves came like Riopat and Leviathan who were content to merely exist in a place so beautiful and to help all they could. He had to admit that he'd wondered what role Mortz had fit into and yet, it seemed as if the male managed to almost bridge the gap between the two types. Pleasant and yet all the same - still quite unexpected. He supposed Riopat had made a good choice despite their apparent rocky past. For now, he was willing to let Mortz have his moment to prove himself. This wasn't just for the pack's sake - Tesseract wanted to be sure their Marius was in safe paws.

"Thank you, Mortz. It is good to hear you have faith."

Little more had to be said on the matter, and truthfully, he was glad they did not need to dwell on the past too long. After all, he had hardly known all that much of Weylin and he felt uncomfortable treading on such ground. It made him weary to think he knew so little. Perhaps some day he might endeavor to learn but such old wounds hardly needed reopening. Besides, if he opened them too far, entitlement might be bred and from that, nothing good could come. At least Leviathan understood his concern - would those with an inkling towards their former king all these years later welcome her presence? He narrowed his eyes in thought for a moment, turning away from Mortz for some moments before the larger male spoke once more. Slowly, Tesseract turned back to him with a amiable grin.

"I would be happy if you simply kept our Marius, Riopat, happy and safe. She is an asset to us all. However, I understand ambition and I see it within you."

He paused for a moment, flashing Mortz a more solemn look of seriousness - what he had said of Riopat was no laughing matter. It was a heavy request and an absolute one at that. Mateship was not some folly thing to toy with, after all.

"As for proving yourself... I have one small request. Come winter, I would like to separate my daughter from her... mate. She is too young for winter and though I trust Sinclair, I cannot help but worry as a father does. I request that you escort her to Diveen in hopes of finding her a place to train with them. Do you think you could do this, Mortz? It might seem... petty, but we all know what dangers lay in wait in such a season."