The sound is not one appreciated at such an hour; it is a taunting sound, a sound that resonated through the trees like an owl, perhaps. It is not an appropriate sound to hear as the sun begins to make its climb down the horizon; instantly, it set his fur on edge, his hackles raised along his spine as he roamed the shores by the sea. Instinctively, a low growl rumbled in his throat, only suppressed as he took a moment to consider the implications of such an unusual call. He can only hope it is not a wolf such as Jumanji come again but rather, a stranger lost or a late comer from one of the other packs seeking refuge, unsure of how to approach a pack at such a time. Still, he took it upon himself to move swiftly, diverting his path from the sands and rising up the dunes on long, brisk strides. Though autumn had just begun, the nights fell cold by the coast, sending an ache in the ever growing array of scar tissue that riddles his body. It had never been a bother, not truly, but rather an inconvenient truth that made him all the more irritable in the cooler seasons, particularly now as his mind roamed to Caligula in the darkness of the night. Come winter, what would she be doing?

He moved through te forests just as swiftly, breaking through the shrubbery and loose sticks to hasten his journey. It took him some time, still, to find the pale form that moved through the shade. Whereas the other seemed to creep and move on tentative paws, Tesseract moved with absolute certainty. His head was high, his tail arched over his rump in a display of dominance as he circled the would-be intruder, analyzing his scent so thoroughly. It seemed this particular wolf had been all about, each pack's scent peppered so barely upon him. A true loner, it seemed, and yet what kind of loner moved to each pack for just long enough to take with them the scent of a single rock or tree? It was suspicious to say the least. For the time being, Tesseract allowed the faux pas. Rather, he settled at a short distance to the stranger, his eyes locked onto the other. There was a flash of recognition on Tesseract's face but for a second, as if he had seen a ghost, but it was just that: a flash, a mere flicker of a fire in his eyes. For a moment, he could have sworn the stranger smiled just like that old man Heyel.

"Do you have an excuse to be across the borders at such a time? Please - your reason."

He did not waste time, moving directly to his point as he bared the slightest glimmer of a tooth beneath his black lip. Usually, he might have been more lighthearted in his approach but... a combination of things, see, had caused his skin to prickle with uncertainty and anticipation. The scents, the timing, the air of readiness from the other... it made him uneasy in the worst way.