Thoughts are hard

Honestly Hannibal was willing to venture anywhere other then the north at this point. He hated snow and would do anything to steer clear of its path. He knew soon enough the majority of the lands would be tickled by it at some point, but he would deal with that when it came time. For now he found himself wandering the east, releasing his patrolling duties to another capable member of his pack for now. It seemed he was venturing out a lot lately, which would be due to his excitement and wonder for these new lands. Meeting new natives was breathing life into the beast and getting himself into trouble was keeping him on his toes. No one has gotten aggressive with the abrasive male yet, but he knew the time would come. Once Erovrare took off he was sure there would be drama to come and Hannibal would find a way to plop himself right in the middle of it all like the slippery serpent he was.

Quickly the male found himself approaching another Wolf, the scent coming first and finally vision next. Hannibal stood still for a few moments in order to get an understanding of what this stranger was up to. He observed the black and white male wandering peacefully, no visible expression or demeanor. Neutrality, it seemed. With a quick nod the albino set off to get closer, not hiding his entrance in the slightest. As he got just about seven tail lengths away he piped up. "Afternoon." Hannibal stood with his head high and his tail higher, immediately exerting his disgusting dominance. He was not threatening but just showing this stranger who exactly he was dealing with.