My dearest Anselm, although he decided to change his name, to me he will always be Anselm, has decided to finally bring life into this world. Eden had certainly done the job enough to make up for him if Anselm never decided to have children, but the time had finally come. I was not at all surprised when he picked the girl he has hung around with since pup hood. I was always suspect of that girl, and I do not exactly approve, but there is not much I can do. I still allow my boys to do as they do.

I know that he had two pups, a boy and a girl. I have watched from the shadows. He knows I am there, my Anselm, and we have spoken a few times as I watched the pups from a far. I ensure that they will know all that they should know as they venture out into the world. I am not sure that Anselm will be a particularly good father, and I am not sure his mate is quite up to the task that meets my standards. Anselm is much like Heyel I have come to see, although Heyel had a reason for his distance...I am now wondering what it is that is keeping Anselm so...distant.

I shall not be distant though. I see the young girl Juno on the beach near the water. She is very much my blood, and I can tell it runs thick through her. My blood carries strong, and dominates over all others. Especially within the females. I moves now, coming to the sand with my dark features. Age touches me even if I am displeased with this. My muzzle is touched with a little more lighter gray now than I prefer...but this young one will not know the difference. She had never seen me in my youth.

As I come upon her with paws in warm sand, I see her violet eyes flickering out towards the island. Those are very much the eyes of Heyel. One thing that did not appear in these two were my eyes. Heyel was long dead now- Azrael dead, Isola dead. Many of his children with names are dead, but not my Anselm, and not my Eden. I come to her side, allowing silence between us, though the earth fills in the blanks in between with waves and gulls cawing over us.

”Ubi non in oculis tuis,” (Your eyes look towards where you have not been)” I say after a while, my own eyes of copper peering over towards where she was looking at. The island of Glorall, it is but a small, isolated place. Yet I imagine to a young one, their minds run wild with possibilities...small possibilities, but still possibilities. It is my job to make sure that they expand.

”Why is it you look to the island?” I say in the common tongue, thick with the accent of Latin, as I look back down to her with firm copper eyes.