In a matter of days, it seemed, the very shores had come alive. Birds had flocked in from the south, crowding the rocky cliff faces and filling the sky with chatter. The sea had begun to return to its usual relaxed blue rather than the perilous, dark grey of the winter months. With the melting of the snow, the grass had begun to grow back a vibrant green - finally, Glorall had started to look like Glorall again. With the coming of spring, however, he had come to the realization that he had gone almost another whole year without seeing Caligula. He had to admit, the finality of her leaving was never going to be easy to swallow but at least... at least he had other places for his mind to wonder to now.

Today, though, he had one particular wolf in mind. He had to admit that he felt rather guilty having not seen his son more often but that was simply how adulthood worked. Everybody got busy sooner or later and coordinating private time together was never exactly easy. Still, Praetor had been truly showing his ambition. It had become more and more obvious to Tesseract that of all his children, perhaps Praetor had the strongest - if not quietest - of wills. Judas was confident, perhaps, but he often seemed preoccupied with other thoughts and ideas; Octavia had come back fighting with a fierce intensity but she had so much more to learn about in Moladion; even Cersei had seemingly taken up other duties, having gained some kind of independence. Vesper was elusive, and so perhaps he grew curious of his youngest daughter's intentions. Praetor, though. Praetor was something unique in their family, or so Tesseract had begun to believe. He had a certain seriousness about him and yet, it was a soft thing that had at least temporarily put his siblings' bickering to rest.

And so, as the sun crept into the middle of the sky, peeking barely through the thick white clouds, Tesseract had begun his search. His son's tracks still seemed to linger with the scent of Iromar and thus, he was not too awfully difficult to track across the territory. He was glad for that, pleased that it hopefully meant the two of them would be able to spend more time together before either had to tend to any other task. With winter gone, it opened up the Pandora's box of potential threats; challenges, bears, cougars, even sudden floods through the river. There was much to be done, just hopefully not today.

"Praetor?" He called out as he moved through the sparse trees, his pace a slow jog before he paused to listen for any response. There was only so much he would track before he hoped his son would take the initiative to find him.