Ivory teeth plucked at a freshly caught Fish and a black and white tail swayed with joy. The sun had just set and the male had been on a bit of a fishing venture. Normally he did not have the patience but with the lakes so conveniently placed in their pack lands it was less of a problem. Hannibal was beginning to enjoy the taste of the Fish as well. It was fresh and didn't leave him bogged down with fatty tissue. He had dropped one off for Banshee as well and since she wasn't in her den he just left it within. Hannibal lulled over what his daughter may be doing and why she wasn't spending much time with her father. Perhaps the youngling still held resentment for his absence and Hannibal could not allow himself to blame her. The pale male finished up his snack and raised his head to allow a piercing gaze slip across the ravine. He was resting upon the sun bathing rock just outside of his sister's palace. Hannibal had been given the go ahead to share it with Belle but he still called it her den since she did all the decorating. Pink lips parted as Hannibal allowed the scents to flow both into his mouth and nose. The smell of his Empress and her Royal Guard was thick in the air. Perhaps the other male was around? Hannibal scanned the area before lifting his deep vocals into the air, "Samurai?" If Sirius was close he would hear the booming call. ""

He didn’t expect the call of the other male, the man was short to Siruius standards, but then, so many where. He was pale and easily burnt in the sun, and well he had never treated Sirius with true terrible intent like some of the Klein, he had also not spent a great deal of time around him to learn his true nature. He just knew that the man was intended to be heir, and now his sister was ruler instead. He did not try to undermine Deathbelle, instead he tried to take her to bed. His anger was already rising, and he fought with himself. He was almost tempted to ignore the call entirely, but he had never ignored a summons of a Klein. His den was right beside Deathbelles, and once he popped his head from the stone entrance, he could see the white devil as he stood upon the rocks outside of Deathbelle’s den. Heart hammering with indecision, the Titan approached Hannibal, stopped before him, and lowered his head in a bow, intended also to hide the burning in his eyes. “You called for me, Your Grace?” he said, emotionless as could be. He wasn’t certain how to address the man who was not Emperor. "Speech"

Hannibal did not have to wait long for the fanged behemoth to show himself. The Hand's pale gaze swept over the massive male Belle cherished so much. Eyes raked over the odd markings and elongated sabers flinging downward from his inky lips. The Klein held no expression as he did so. Honestly, he wasn't sure how to feel about Sirius. The male had always been a slave to his family but was now raised to a rather high rank. In the albino's mind he would still demand respect from the toothy male but no servitude other then the protection of his precious pregnant sister. The was the only thing that mattered. Loyalty and blood. Hannibal was almost certain Sirius would put his life before Belle's own and that was important. The Hand would need to find such a loyal creature of his own. For his children's sake. The male stood and offered a little nod to the opposing creature. "Greetings, Sirius." Hannibal offered a tiny grin to the fanged male. The grin that had gotten him in so many sticky situations and perhaps out of them as well. Points of his teeth could be seen as his lips curled. "I have not been in a fight since my time away and desire to train as often as my body wills." Hannibal would spar with some of his brothers and sister but he would want to fight against a massive beast like Sirius. The two fights he lost were against large males. "Spar with me, Samurai. " The patio in front of the palace would serve well as a little battlefield. It was spacious enough for mild movement but perhaps the 'risk' of falling into the water would add an interesting element to the fight. That being said, Hannibal moved into a defensive stance, not waiting for a response. Legs spread and weight distributed, eyes narrowed and ears flattened, muzzled pointed downward and head lowered to align with his spine. ""