With the rising of the sun on the third day, I too rise in the wind. My skin is still warm with the fallout from my prior clashing with Tesseract, but I rise today to find those within this place. I know they remain for I have heard them, smelt them, felt them in the very breeze. They have stayed here despite his leaving, which is an intriguing thing in itself. I wonder if such a thing impacts him, if he feels a crater inside him from the loss of his support. It is my support now, or at least, it will be soon.

The sun hovers above the horizon, tall shadows spreading across the forested stretch of the territory. I move to the east, breaking onto the tall dunes of pale sand. Tangles of plants grip into the soil, keeping it solid beneath my weight as I work my way along until I reach my desired location. It is a tall dune that faces into the pack land, a stretch of patchier forestry extending into the mainland. I can smell others here and I come to assume that this is the location their previous king had held his announcements. I cannot help but snort at the prospect, sliding down the dune until I hit the dirt once again. The sand blusters into my wounds, a sting that makes me hiss beneath my breath. How obnoxious to feel such a thing. Is is not the same hot, raw pain that comes first.

I do not find enjoyment in this.

I settle into the shadows of the dune then, releasing a sharp call for any that may be lingering in this area. I call them to me, and they will surely come. Be it one or all, I do not care. I wish to begin evaluating them, prying away their weaknesses and pruning the tree that is this hierarchy.