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The phantom moved silently downhill following the various waterfalls. The delightful sound of rushing water soothed his alert ears as he carried on. There were numerous falls with pools beneath each one that fed the next, a nice view if anything. The temperature was a bit too cold to take a plunge but it would make a great watering hole for his evening venture in the east. His steps were careful, avoiding the crunchy dead leaves and various twigs that littered the earth. Now that he was wrapped up within a pack he actually had something to live for and attracting unwanted moody predators was not something he wanted in those moments. Hannibal moved with his tail aligned to his spine and his head low for added balance. It was a hill he moved downward with slick rocks from the splashing water, perhaps even ice due to the dropping temperatures.

Soon the beast found a smaller and secluded pool which was the result of a lesser waterfall off to the side. As he came to a halt the male opened his mouth in order to take in the scents around him. After determining he was mostly alone the phantom sauntered closer towards the pool and leaned downward to take a sip. Hannibal lapped at the clear liquid with a tiny hum of joy. As he straightened up his jowls dripped with cool water and mismatch eyes flicked around to observe his surroundings. It was a beautiful night, the moon shined bright through the canopy allowing for his white fur to brighten slightly. Solemnly the albino lowered onto his rear into a seated position with his two toned tail curling around his lower leg. He silently took everything in with a clear mind and alert stature.

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