He heard the reply of the leader here, and his listened but a moment with his face hardened and straight. It was not too long until the darkened female made her approach along the cold grasslands. He remembers being close to the border here before and encountering a white woman, but this is a very different woman than the one he met before. The pelt of the woman coming before them was dark but marked. He engraved her image in his mind as he let his orange-streaked violet eyes look over her.

He sees the woman eye Anima, and knows that the lack of eye in her may be an...issue. She had a useless piece of flesh there once. It was a lie of an eye. He removed it with his own teeth- only to have Eden consume it. Eden enjoyed consuming corruption and weakness, and he would never understand Eden's odd fascination with it. His eyes watch the approaching female carefully, and he stands as a carbon copy of Heyel now dead. His face is carved just as his was, his form only having slight differences and variations- but the most telling was his eyes- with an orange so bright among the violet.

The woman inquires why they came, and it is Anima who answers first. He keeps his eyes on the woman, having no need to look to Anima in these moments as he simply observes. He face is one that is stoic in nature, able to mimic the static face of his unemotional mother with great ease. Yet, he is handsome all the same even beyond his naturally harsh eyes.

"Not like the others," he says simply, his accent very thick with Latin to the point where some would find it difficult to understand him. Thus, sometimes it was just easier to let Melek do the talking. Even when he does speak English, there is always a hint of disdain rolling off his tongue for the language.

He allows his eyes to view past the woman, his nose taking in the cold air. He absorbs the scent and knows of Tobias residing here. He feels only initial indifference about the black shadow. Heyel may have despised the shadow, but Valefor saw the reason for his creation. Such a thing was pleasing to Valefor, but he knew that treating in this territory would come to a fight at some point. Wolves like Tobias...he can only imagine from the stories and rumors that he would not appreciate a male being around. Who knows though.

He returns to the dark woman, his white form silent as he awaits her likely words.