Hannibal's world spun around him as mis match lids were tightly shut. The dreadful sounds of the evening wildlife filled his still alert ears. Week old wounds healed promptly with attentive care from Circe and Obi. But, the emotional damage done to the token was something that no one could heal but himself. The mild shame that came with losing but what hurt most was being ripped away from his family. Archon did not know of his children and nor would the phantom let that information loose. Something could go wrong and Hannibal would much rather the anger be taken out on himself rather then his spawn. The albino laid within the thicket just ten feet away from the shore of the lake. He was beneath a fallen tree in a makeshift den. He really didn't sleep much so the den did not matter. Every now and again his eyes flashed open to idly take in the surroundings before closing again. Sometimes the little flashes of firefly lights would come into view. Speech

Things had calmed since the day on the battlefield, but internally she was still unsettled. She hadn't been real sure of what all had happened and though Archon had won it hadn't been the wolf he originally challenged. So she wasn't sure what the purpose the paler man held in Archon's eyes or in the God Archon had introduced her too. Since meeting Archon she had yet to get more teachings from him and was being left in a slight limbo since they had been traveling a bit. She was confused to put it simply and wondering if maybe she had made the wrong decision when she chose to fallow Archon. Of course everyone at some point struggled with beliefs and she didn't realized that doubt would be normal to feel at times.

Moving quietly towards the lake the colorful female planned on enjoying a quiet evening. She couldn't find Archon or Circe at the moment so she decided to simply take time for herself and just enjoy the nice spring weather. She hadn't been paying full attention to her surroundings and being that the male was within the thicket she didn't see him. She moved to the edge of the lake and would settle down on the shore with her front paws dipped into the shallow water. The Merle women cast her bright blue gaze out over the lake watching the water as it grew darker and the fireflies began to flash.

"Speech"