He never cared much for life in a pack. He never cared much for anything. He never felt an allegiance to Diveen and their leaders, and he learned neither did any of his family members. Of course, his family only consisted of his mother and his siblings. Eden had taken Glorall through blood, something he was not at all surprised about. His scouting of the pack his brother took came to the conclusion through scent that his mother and sister also decided to reside there. They might be willing to bow their knees to him, with Anselm would do no such thing. He would go visit his brother soon, but he will not stay for his rule.

And now they travel to the lands of Asteraia. He had heard that the darkened wolf named Tobias lived here- a wolf who consumed wolf flesh without hesitation. Anselm did not always consume his victims, but he would not mind having someone to consume the evidence. It was an interesting proposition to come and investigate what the fields had to offer. He knew he was drawn to that of Taviora for a while, and yet he would not be welcome in such a place, this he knew. Asteraia would be a place with more potential for their...kind.

Thus he leads his Lihi to the plains. Each step is on her stark white paws, and his movements show his perfectly sculpted muscles. He holds the face of Heyel- a creature now dead, but the reaction of the white woman was most odd when he investigated the body. Perhaps it was just that it may have seemed like he killed the old man, or maybe she could not handle that he holds his face. He knew having the face of Heyel would be a troublesome mask to wear- but it is one he could never wipe away. Only his eyes gave him away, their violet slashed with diagonal streaks of orange. It is the same eyes that now look upon Asteraia's borders, and the scents of their marking burning in his nares and causing him to halt with a lick of his tongue. He turns to Melek, his face ever hardened like the face of a mountain.

"You, now Anima, you now call me Valefor. No longer Melek and Anselm," he says simply, his voice still thick with the Latin tongue. He understood the common tongue better than he could speak it, and his accent is something he will probably never be able to rid himself of. He looked to Anima for a look of reassurance before turning his head to the sky, and letting out a brief howl of announcement for the leader.