Finally escaping the grasp of Auster Hannibal set his paws upon Boreas for the first time since he fled. Rebuilding his mental health as well as physical well being. The moon was high in the sky as Hannibal had made it a point to carry on traveling at night. It was a practice that was very important for the health of his skin. Finally his scabs were healing and there was no point for him to be withstanding the sun's gaze. Hannibal was still rather beaten down from his life in seclusion but with spending time with the Lioness and Pandora, perhaps even Segar, he was feeling like himself. Hannibal was still aware that he was of royal blood and simple.. above most. But, he allowed his emotions to get the better of him. Failing in a fight against a Wolf so inferior really beat down all those confident walls surrounding his normally rather fortified mind.

Pink pads fell upon the warm earth as he slithered into the trees. The forest was thick upon the Fjord and he could likely find a nice temporary den to reside in. His belly was full from a Hare he picked up along the way so food was not a problem for the male. Hannibal allowed his form to brush up against a tree as if to allow his scent to linger upon its rigid bark. The hope of finding his family was what kept him going, more then anything. The thoughts of his sprawling babes Banshee, Mordi, and Recluse never left his sore mind. Maybe one day he would be reunited and that could easily be from a linger scent left upon a tree.

Hannibal // Deathbelle

Belle was scouting the neighboring territories, it was good to have a strong border but also to know what was right outside your door. The alabaster splashed she wolf loped easily through the trees, her decorated paws carrying her proud form. Head held high the Empress hadn’t expected the scent she came across. It made her stop in her tacks. Magenta eyes grew wide as she realized it and hoped it wasn’t her imagination.

With an eager and hopeful smile playing on her features Belle followed the trail to a black and white form that was all too familiar. She felt her heartbeat increase as much as her pace as she raced towards him.

She was silent except for her paws as she came up behind him, tears slipping over her cheeks as relief settled over her. Here he was, after so long of looking. ”Hannibal.” She offered breathlessly as she aimed to rear up and wrap her arms around his neck with no intention of letting go ever again.

The pad falls came before the sweet sweet smell of a deadly flower filled the monster's dappled nose. Mis match eyes went wide in extreme disbelief, almost the same as when Pandora stumbled upon him. A pale slender face flicked to the direction in which the movement came from and he took in the elegant form of his younger sister. Hannibal's eyes ravaged her illustrious form with nothing more then fierce passion. Love made his heart swell and thud like booming war drums. In an instant the distance between them closed and two slim yet strong legs were wrapped around Hannibal's high shoulders. The albino took in a long breath to inhale her scent and burry his muzzle into her lower hackles, if she allowed of course.

After a long silent moment the slim male spoke for the first time in a few days, "My flower.." Hannibal's voice was a deep rumble that came forth from the depths of his throat. If he had any tears left to spare the male would have been a weeping maid. Formerly reuniting with a family member would have been heart wrenching but due to his unstable emotional state he was much more fragile. A porcelain doll patched together by tiny shreds of linen tape. As he took in her scent he couldn't help but to notice the smell of his daughter, Banshee. Eyes remained wide as he removed his muzzle from her fur, "D-do you have Banshee..?"

Hannibal // Deathbelle

from ashes we rise Banshee had been following Deathbelle from a distance. As time went on and the pup got older she didn't feel the need to lap at her aunt's heels so much. It seemed her black and white guardian was on the scent of something so Ban didn't want to get in the way. But, when the same scent filled the younglings nose her heart nearly skipped a beat. A stinging sensation hit the center of each of her four large paws as her glistening blue eyes went wide with wonder. Father? The earth toned babe trotted forward through the brush to eventually come fact to face with her father and aunt embracing. Hushed tones were being exchanged but no sound resonated within the youth's mind. She was struck with too much emotion to comprehend anything. The pain of abandonment met with the sheer amount of love she felt for her father was just too much. A burning in her eyes resulted in an onslaught of tears flowing down her cheeks. Beaming bright baby blue eyes were trained on the pale ghost that was to be her sire. "Papa?" The voice was a quick shuttering squeak. Speech

The royal Klein held her brother tightly to her chest as she buried herself in his thick fur and whined softly with immense happiness. No matter how rough his poor unused voice was, Belle felt it was the sweetest sound she had ever heard. ”I’ve missed you.” Her voice was quiet and desperate, so many days she had yearned for his presence. He held her back and Belle became unsure where she ended and Hannibal began. She sighed heavily into his form, closing her magenta gaze and letting his scent wash over her. ”Do you have Banshee?” Belle nodded into his neck, but her mismatched ears swiveled behind her.

”Papa?” Belle allowed Hannibal free if he wished so that he might embrace his child. The Empress had done her best to encourage forgiveness of the babe’s father, but she understood the pain she suffered through. She didn’t begrudge any animosity either. ”Banshee..” She whispered as her magenta gaze fell on the child.