The first thing the Doctor did when he entered the TARDIS was to not make himself at home. He stood in the doorway for what seemed like an age, watching the lights on the console dance and flicker, the rotor shift begrudgingly up and down. There was not a trace of an emotion on his face, no hints of what went on in the hidden dark of his mind.
Wolsey had no such problems - his desires were simple and few: to claim as much of his old hunting grounds back for himself as he could, and to get a well deserved rest. He would have to move fast if he was to fit such a diverse itinerary into the few minutes he had before the Doctor Brother took him back to his sibling. He padded quickly out of the control room, every second urgent, leaving the Doctor Brother to his silence.
The next time Wolsey the Hunter saw him, it was as he hurried past a few minutes later, heading for the depths of the TARDIS. Wolsey paid him no heed: he was more concerned with disciplining a wall that had dared to removed his scent almost as soon as he could spray it. Besides, there were few places he could get to, inside the TARDIS.