Uncle Johnny

Stuttered speech filled the air not long after Hannibal made his presence known. Though, it was not the verbal response that struck him. This greyscale Wolf began to cower and even tremble. The thing began to submit without Hannibal having to move an inch. This reaction only caused for the albino's ego to inflate but a little pang of pity shot forth through the beast. It was evident this creature was riddled and by what he had no idea. Hannibal was no therapist and had no right to assume any sort of disorders or problems. Instead he would seem to almost ignore the reaction entirely as he took a few easy steps toward this stranger. He focused on the verbal response now, putting together those broken words and his smile returning not after long. "What are you looking for, little dove?" The male sought for eye contact but it seems the stranger had turned away slightly. Never the less Hannibal stopped his steps at about three tail lengths away. "Perhaps I could be of assistance." The phantom leaned downward slightly with lowering ears in order to perhaps level himself out with the crouched Wolf. The heathen's tail flicked high and mighty, showing his dominance but in a much less abrasive way.