Birds of a Feather

This was the furthest the beast had ventured thus far. Starting off extremely south and remaining their for the majority of the time, he had yet to travel so deep into the west. The terrain was rough with snow beginning to fall lightly even within these central regions. The male slithered through trees as a scent flowed into his nostrils. He perked up ever so slightly, stopping his steps, and took in the notes the scent presented to him. Male, Wolf.... and that was about it. If this being was in a pack he had yet to encounter it's scent before. With a simple shrug to himself the phantom decided to continue further into the thicket. Hannibal mindfully avoided the crunchy dead leaves upon the ground, he did not want to reveal his location just so easily.

Soon, after a few minutes of navigating the marshland, the male broke through the thicket to find a huge tree and a Wolf sitting at the base. Hannibal stopped again, taking in the sights before him with an amused smile. The tree was large and towering over them with ease. Birds chirped and wings flapped as they spotted his entrance. But, his attention was quickly pointed towards the earthy toned Wolf seated several tail lengths ahead of him. Hannibal faced his back, which would allow for a distinct element of surprise. Though the phantom did not really want to spook this stranger. In order to do so the male took a few steps closer, ensuring his movements were heard with crunching of leaves and easy breathing. Mismatch eyes quickly darted up the tree as he stopped moving once again, "Beautiful, is it not?"