Birds of a Feather

Hannibal approached to the right of the stranger with his head held high but his usual abrasive demeanor was lessened. His eyes were locked onto the tree with a simple smile on his pink lips. One of Hannibal's great pleasures in life was enjoying beautiful things. Sights, smells, pleasure, Wolves, etc. To relish in what you have before it is all gone. Despite his riddled mind he often stopped to feel things within the moment but when he looked to the stranger it seemed they did not share the same wonder. The first tones to escape this males mouth were of God which caused the albino to raise a brow. Religion was not Hannibal's forte for he was raised without it. The only Gods were the Kings and Queens of his Kingdom which just so happened to be his parents. Hannibal being a Prince and for a very short time a King himself he felt as though he was at the top of the totem pole, not some figment in the skies.

They seemed to study one another as Hannibal thought over the odd words of this stranger. More came forth not long after and the beast remained silent for the moment. It seemed the phantom has encountered some sort of highly religious Wolf. His brow remained raised as he too turned his attention towards the tree and his own baritone vocals swept the floor. "To believe a God did this takes away from the power and might that this tree emits. This Tree is likely older then any of the others but still stands with such prowess and beauty we sit here and are able to relish within it. I do not think it is fair to put all of the praise upon a God but none for nature itself. Nature is the true force at work here." With a nod the male continued to eye the beautiful tree.