right back over the edge.

[Anselm de le Poer]

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-Yawns and tries to stay conscious.- Anselm was the sort who'd keep tabs on the neighbours regardless of whether or not he was a member of a pack at all. Where he'd grown up, you couldn't exactly afford not to. Even with all its "hiccups," 'Souls was moderately tame compared to his birth place. At home they'd fought over land and resources, not simply because somebody had managed to step on someone else's toes. The golden wolf had hardly comprehended the battles that took place here--rarely was the survival of an entire pack at stake. There was plenty of fresh water and food to go around, as opposed to one puny stream and a fleeting, transient herd that skittered around between the already crowded packs. He almost took it for granted now the physical buffers between the claimed lands--they had nearly all of the Dampwoods between them and the Valley, and Arachnea's Revenge separated them from Dahlia by a good 20-30 miles. As an added luxury, the borders were more or less stable for the packs that laid claim to them. Back home, they'd outright overlapped and there were often "no-man's land" regions that changed hands constantly. Even in such extreme conditions, he had survived. Here he simply excelled, though he appeared borderline paranoid. Maybe he was. Maybe it was alright; maybe it would help them all to survive. "The subleader there is a monster," he spoke of Dahlia, "and if he were determined, it wouldn't take much for him to break free of the leash the leader's put on him." He'd never met Cercelee, but her distinct absence from the major battle with Inferni spoke volumes to him. The control she wielded over the monster seemed superficial; it wasn't something of direct discipline or respect (and therefore unity). For this reason, he suspected Haku could snap at any time, hypothetically even overthrowing the alabaster queen if only he cared. Concerning himself with the matter any further would only make him annoyed. Nothing was going to bring the mother and child Haku had killed back. He sighed a bit and listened as Kaena described the male with whom she'd fought. He nodded as he filed the description away, and flicked an ear as she described the other pack's leader... a male. "Huh; Gabriel mentioned a female that barged right on in across the borders. I guess she was a subleader, then," he said with a shrug. It didn't seem like anything ought to rank higher than "King," after all. He noted the location of Cour and subconsciously found himself glancing due southwest in the direction of the city. "Hey, that's more than what I had to work with. Thank you," he replied smoothly. Perhaps after his survey of Phoenix Valley, he'd mosey on down the shore a little further. He'd already be halfway there, right?

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