Emperor. It had been a strange thing to return to Moladion. He had known so many in his time as a king and yet, he had returned to little more than a scattered bloodline and some names he recalled. A king was only a king while it lasted and never any longer, it seemed. He hadn't any expectations and yet, he had been surprised nonetheless. It felt as if even those that had been loyal to him at one point had forgotten him; what had come of Rogue? Alana? Sinclair, Riopat... what had come of them? Of course, he had questioned Leviathan's whereabouts too. He had feared for her the most perhaps. She had never been a fighter and despite all the kindness within her, the world was never going to be a kind place. Some part of him had hoped that the pheasants and hares had been her, but another part refused to believe she had cared for him in any such way. He had been a king and as such, of course those within Glorall had been kind to him.

His surprise had been all too evident then, when his head returned to a neautral position. He had caught sight of the tall form in that moment, his head and body now twisting and turning to better view this wolf. After all, it was certainly no Iromar wolf.

He blinked. Slow and confused at first, his brows furrowed. "Leviathan?" His words had come at the exact moment of hers, the two names muddled together in the mist and both pregnant with uncertainty. His ears twisted back in apology as he took a cautious step forward, eyeing her for a moment as if she had been a mere ghost. "What brings you here to Iromar?" Of course, he had put two and two together - or at least, for the most part. He doubted she had reason to be here unless she had come to be with his family. Or was there something more to it?

Another oddity had caught his attention however. He had heard it briefly - and weakly - when he had called out; a child's howl, small and yet, it urged him to scour the land around them quickly. He had grandchildren, after all. He knew they had to be around here and his heart lurched at the idea of seeing them. He wondered, for a moment, if his grandchildren had Caligula's face or if they had been gifted with their own mother's unwavering grace and pale fur. He had to know - but he'd only know the cold, merciless glare of a son whose own face reflected his father's past rage and hurt. Tesseract instantly saw himself in the face of Praetor as their eyes locked. Instinctively, his own hackles bristled as he sucked in a breath.

He flashed Leviathan a glance, his eyes wide and uncertaint, apologetic and yet, he had to lurch forward into a run - she could follow, and he hoped she would. His son had turned away, after all, and it was his role as a father to fix whatever he had unintentionally broken. It was about time that he took on such a position. For too long had he been an absent father and a failure of a king; he had to amount to something. He didn't want to be Ruvindra.

"Praetor!" He called out to his son as he surged forward, his teeth gritting against one another as his leg protested - he could feel the taut muscle burn and ache and yet, he had to proceed forward. He crashed through reeds and mud, unwilling to allow his son the chance to escape. Emperor or not, he would not allow his back to be turned to him. "Praetor, I came for you! Why?" His voice strained for a moment as he came to a halt, his face twisted into a grimace of confusion and pain as he tucked his back leg up. It ached, unused to the force required to push through mud and slush.