Sister. She has left the confines of the den, his dear sister. She is leading and Anselm will follow. The boy of glistening white was one who would watch his sister from the shadows. Mother always encourages him to play, of course, with bugs and such, to kill them with their paws and jaws. She did not mind though, when Anselm watched silently from the shadows. She often said that, one can learn most in silence, watching others. Give them nothing, and learn everything about the others around you, before you let them know a single thing about yourself. This, Anselm knew. Silence was a golden thing, like the sun illuminating the brilliant blue sky. Anselm enjoyed silence, enjoyed not showing his cards to others. He was much like his mother, yes, but Anselm was a different creature all together. He would grow to be different than any of his siblings and relatives. He would be the one they feared at night, when their senses are dulled. Only Sister would be free of harm from Anselm. Only Sister.

He did not follow Ayal directly. His plan all along was to be hidden, not from her, but from others. Ayal knew of Anselm's ways by now. How he would watch her with his violent eyes, streaked with a brilliant orange copper that would set fire to any who looked upon them. Yes, Sister knows that Anselm guards her in the shadows. Eden, his brother, was not like Anselm. Eden was one to want to push sister aside. Eden wanted to be above all, Anselm thinks. But it is Sister that Anselm will heed to, never to Eden. Only sister. The puppy of pure white followed his sister with care, through the foliage as he watched her intently. Mother would not want Sister to get hurt. Mother would protect Sister with her jaws. Anselm would protect Sister with his jaws. That is why he follows her, when she leaves the den. He may be a puppy, in the smaller body that puppies have, but he will be fierce from the start.

He had already mastered the face that Mother often makes. One static and unphased. Yet, Anselm was not like Mother. Anselm saw the benefit to showing fangs, at least against his brother. It was their way. The white boy was one to fear, but it is without intention he does this. It is only instinct, and what Mother has taught him. To live, others must fear you. They must knew they are inferior, for it is best for his own survival. Anselm was already growing large and strong, for now, slightly larger than his siblings in bulk, though it wasn't by much. He was still a puppy, with large paws that were awkward to deal with. He did his best not to show any weakness though.

Sister decides to go somewhere different. She wishes to see the others of their size. Anselm will follow his sister, closer and yet far, watching her carefully as she approaches the group of puppies that have gathered. This is where Anselm lingers in the distance. His eyes watch with a straight face as one puppy of white and red panics. Fear. He fears that of an insect. An insect that Anselm would crush without a second thought. Weakness. He is nothing but weakness. Next to this puppy, is another of black. There is almost nothing noteworthy of thus puppy, aside from her eyes which immediately catch his attention. Mis-matched. Unworthy, not pure. His eyes then drift to the females who speaks in a language that makes little sense, a language dirty. Unworthy. A darker pup, has decided to pounce upon her as she speaks in the dirty tongue. Maybe he is punishing her for speaking that language. He will have to reserve judgement for this male.

And then there was another male. Sister had decided to speak to the unworthy with mis-matched eyes. Anselm flicks his gleaming white ears forward as he lays flat in the grass. He listens carefully, for he is quite a distance away. Sister demands to know her name. Sister will know her name, for Sister wants to know it. This is simple. It is when the other male approaches his Sister, when he gets...unhappy. Anselm's eyes narrow, fixated on the ugly boy. Anselm's hackles tingle as he gets closer to his Sister. Sister approaches others, others did not invade Sister's space, and say things that disrespect Sister. Anselm slashes his puppy tail in the grass, unsatisfied with the puppy named Emry.

It was then Anselm lifted himself. He is the Keeper of all things great, and that means his sister. He will be her right hand wolf. He is her protector, and it is a job he takes very seriously. Mother would want it that way. Anselm, was unsure how Eden would act in this situation, but he hoped if his brother did follow, that he would serve in his duty to protect Sister from those dirty and unworthy. Anselm moved on whitened paws, his eyes never leaving the form of Emry. Already at the his age, he had a stare of death that one should fear. He walked with a purpose as he come upon the group, making his way to the gathering of puppies with ease. His form did not stop until it was in between Emry and Sister, starting Emry down with his brilliant eyes. He gave Emry nothing else in terms of expression, and he gave him no other words. Sister would speak. Anselm was here for Sister, and this she would know.