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Hannibal had no intentions of assaulting this woman. Despite his odd mannerisms the male did not wish for meaningless bloodshed. Of course when it was the time and the place he rather enjoyed digging his claws into warm flesh. But, this was just not it. To perhaps ease the tension the taller Wolf lowered downward onto his rump to sit on the moist earth. Hannibal still towered over Everest but the difference was no longer so dramatic.

The beast was further taken a back by this newcomer's verbiage. The pampered pooch was always surrounded by woman trying to woo him over. A maiden's dream would be to produce beautiful heirs and heiresses for the Empire. Yet, the beast never found a woman he suited enough to seal the deal with before the fall of his Kingdom. Thus, unless he was ill-informed Hannibal has no offspring as of yet. Hannibal is a slave to his own desires and pleasure being at the top of the list, so pup-making came very easy to him. Within his prime the behemoth would like to have a few litters, he did not wish to wait too long. He wanted plenty of time to raise perfect pups to carry on the prestigious Klein lineage.

It seemed the both of them were new to these odd lands. Neither of them knew exactly where they were except for the usual cardinal directions. From Auster he moved north to explore which led him towards this region within the south. With autumn in full bloom the man would have to make certain to remember these hot springs. Once winter hit such a desirable warmth would be needed. Hannibal continued to eye this smaller fae with a thick smirk across his lips. His confidence was nearly unbearable. "It seems we have a few things in common, love." A black and white muzzle gestured towards the pool to their side. "An escape." He looked back towards the babe with a raised brow, "It seems I interrupted your previous swim.. Please join me for another." The man lifted his rump from the earth and pivoted towards the water. Slowly the elegant beast lowered himself into the bubbling pool with a little hum of joy. Warmth encased his bodice with ease, climbing up to his mid-chest region. Hannibal turned around to witness the femme's reaction. Would she flee when she had the chance? Or would Everest join him for a proper soak?