zephyrhills

As the sun fell the monster was awoken. Hefty paws fell upon the obsidian earth with ease. Mismatch eyes feasted upon the sights of sparkling lava rock and ash. Hannibal slowly made his way up the volcano in silence. His head was aligned with his spine but his tail was raised high. A flag of dominance. His ebony tail tip flicked around with each delightful step. Hannibal was more then curious for there were no Volcanos, that he knew of, back in his homeland. There was little vegetation as he climbed closer to the summit, but it took a while to get there. Pale paw pads were poked and prodded by the slightly jagged black rocks lining the mountain. His alabaster fur contrasted beautifully with the dark surroundings, along with the moonlight he seemed to glow. The male grew bored, it had been days since his conversation with Tyranis and had yet to hear a summon. Perhaps whatever the soon to be Alpha needed to do was taking longer then thought? Or was this all falling through? Hannibal was growing rather comfortable in his new home within the Souless forest, he had even found himself a nice den near the river. Despite whatever would happen with the pack he would likely remain there until further notice. Perhaps putting his nomadic life to an end until need be. Nevertheless, on this day the male was on the hunt for entertainment and what better place to find it then a dangerous volcano?