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Hannibal eagerly awaited a reaction. His eyes remained planted upon her earthy toned bodice, scanning her small frame and her vulnerable form. As his voice rang through the humid air it was evident she was completely caught off guard. The young Wolfess was frozen for a good few moments before all of the cogs began to churn once again. She quickly turned to face him and his eyes quickly began to ravage her facial features. Feasting upon her sunny orbs and elegant markings. As they were now facing one another the beast smiled even heavier, exposing his pearly white fangs with ease. His head pointed downward as he took in each of her movements. Had he just pissed off some sort of mad woman? Or would she play his game?

Her illustrious body swiveled through the water and that water logged tail flew through the air. Water droplets pelted his muzzle and front paws. Hannibal flinched ever so slightly but allowed for his tongue to wipe at the moistness now created around his lips. His lips moved from a thick smile to a deepening smirk as she moved towards him. Sadly the stench of the water masked whatever divine scent she may be hiding. His intense gaze never left her own as she moved from the water and onto the shore. Was he to prepare for a fight? Yet, his answer quickly came as she suddenly shook out her fur. Wet tendrils shook and flew through the air. A barrage of water droplets fired down upon his pristine existence. A very quick sneer could be seen as he moved to stand on all fours. Hannibal's belly and under bits were covered in mud but his back and upper half were still alabaster as ever. Despite being rather damp now.

As the lean Wolf stood his head pointed downward at the woman. A brow was raised and his sneer moved back towards a sickening smirk. Hannibal took in her smile with ease, it was truly a pleasure to look at. He also took note of their very noticeable height difference, he was about 14 inches taller which allowed him to easily tower over her smaller frame. As her feminine tones lifted into the air he remained still. His front paw pads flexed ever so slightly, his toes moving ever so slightly as they take in the moist earth below. "I apologize for my lack of manners.." Hannibal leaned forward as he spoke in a very gentle tone, but still very baritone due to the nature of his voice. "I am Hannibal Klein." He straightened back up, "Will you grace me with a name of your own, little love?" Each word slid off of his tongue with a certain elegance and nobility. His ears were pointed upward and his chest puffed out enough to show his aching dominance.