SHIBA KLEIN

The last time she had seen her family, her brother was fighting for his freedom. She’d had every intention of sticking close to her family, regardless of the outcome, but she’d somehow managed to lose track of every one of them. She couldn’t be sure how long it had been, how much time had passed since she had found them for that brief period of time. A scowl worked its way onto her face as she remembered how close she had been. These lands were still strange to her, she had no idea where they could have wound up, but she had little else to do but continue to look. Her poor sense of direction had kept her continuously wandering in circles for a time, though the area she found herself in now seemed to be new. Perhaps, with any luck, she would see an end to her fruitless searches, or some interesting company at the very least. Her head lifted to the sky as she sniffed, catching a faint hint of something that she wanted to recognize. Hints of something distantly familiar, so so vastly different from what she remembered that she couldn’t be sure that it wasn’t just wishful thinking that she may have found just what she had been looking for.

Reports of Klein kin coming out of the wood works filled the ghoul's shriveled heart with joy. More of his promising siblings filling the ranks of both Ashen and it's Armada was what he always wanted. Finding a home for those of their kind to plant their roots and thrive. Despite all of his failings and mistakes they were seemingly achieving what he had hoped. But, none of those pleasant thoughts involved the state of his offspring. Both of his litters despised him. Some of the pups gone with their mothers and others stayed in the packs. Banshee seemed to be close with Sirius and doing well to improve upon her own skills. Recluse was a seething ball of rage Hannibal was quite frightened to go near. Gimli was young and impressionable, no doubt his angry sisters filled his mind with negativity. Which the male couldn't blame them for. All in all, once the packs made their moves he would set his sights on renewing his relationship with his children if possible. But, if they were completely opposed or defiant he would not press the matter. Taking the path of Hamiclar and giving his offspring room to make their own choices. If that meant hating their father, then so be it. As long as they were hard working and good Kleins. As pink pads fell upon the cool earth a discint scent filled his dappled nose. Pale eyes narrowed as they scanned the area. Hannibal's jaw fell open slightly to allow the scent to fall upon his tongue, in order to taste it. With that he knew exactly who the feminine yet powerful aroma belonged to. The image of his younger sister Shiba filled his mind. A dignified she-wolf painted in greys and whites as their mother was. Sharp deep blue eyes of the Klein and a proper lean build. With such a discovery Hannibal set out in the direction of the scent. It did not take long for the slightly taller male to find his way. His haunting gaze fell upon that of his sibling and a generous grin slipped across his lips. "Shiba." Long legs carried the serpent towards the babe in order to close the distance between them. Hannibal attempted to embrace Shiba, if allowed to do so. After a proposed nuzzle or two he'd try to take a step back to level his eyes with her own. "Are you well?" ""

SHIBA KLEIN

As she walked, she hardly noticed when her trail was picked up by someone else nearby, unaware of the distance being closed between the two of them until a voice called out her name. She stopped, knowing that voice as well as she knew her own, and quickly turned to verify that it really was him. Hannibal was moving closer, and she began to walk as well, closing the space between them as quickly as possible. As he embraced her, she leaned into his touch, her eyes shut as she breathed in his scent. It was mingled with the scent of others that she recognized, and she nearly laughed with relief. He stepped back then, asking her if she was well. "I am now. And you? How is everyone else? What have I missed?"

She had a million questioned, a million things she needed to catch up on, and she couldn’t help but demand answers now. Last time she had seen Hannibal, someone was trying to claim him, and she had regrettably not seen the end of the fight, though it seemed he was free now. What had happened since then? "A small woman, Iolaire I think, told me Deathbell is Empress. She said everyone was close but… Well, I was a bit drunk and I got turned around." That night had become a bit of a blur, and Shiba was certain she’d never drink again. At least, not unless she was already home where she wouldn’t be able to get lost again.

"Speech."