What a load of croc.

Hannibal would remain as far away from the north as possible. Of course he resided within souther Boreas but Auster was his haven on the days he wasn't required to patrol. It was a strange land with a not so welcoming land bridge. But, it seemed he was magnetized to the oddities in the world. His pale paws carried his pale form across the sand and deeper into Auster with ease. Thankfully it was a cloudy day, otherwise the phantom would have rather died then to venture out in the daylight. Hannibal was in no need for first degree burns. The sun was bright enough to cause his pink eye to twinge and strain but other then that the albino was fine.

It wasn't long into his journey into the deep south when a new scent filled his dappled nose. It was that of a male but no other information came to him. With a brow raised the male prowled forward. Out of sheer curiosity the ghost followed the tracks into murky swamp lands. A terrain he was not use to in the slightest so the beast paid special attention to his surroundings. Mismatch eyes were on alert and his tail lowered. Usually he would be weary of his demeanor but now was the time for defenses not flashy stature.

As he got deeper into the swamps it was very clear there were Crocodiles inhabiting these lands. Mud slides into pools of murky water and the general scent of a reptile flooded his senses. Though, before he could turn around the sounds of shouting filled his ears. Hannibal was about to turn tail and forget his adventure to stalk the stranger but instead he trotted towards the shouting. A negative tingle slithered down his albino spine as he neared the situation. His eyes feasted upon the sight of a younger male, tall and thin, talking shit to a Croc. Hannibal stopped in his tracks, watching for a few silent moments. Did this boy have a death wish? If he were even a smidge more evil he would have just left him to die. But, as the phantom witnessed the Croc launch at the stranger Hannibal leaped into action.

Hannibal ran at his top speed in order to barrel towards the Croc. He felt horrible dumb for what he was about to do in order to save this stranger but it was far to late to stop. A rippling growl came forth from the depths of his throat as his jaws parted. The albino male charged the Croc at it's right, the opposite direction of the stranger. He wanted to get a bit of a sneak attack to take the attention off the thin yearling. Hannibal moved to bite behind the Croc's right eye quickly. It was the chance of his snapping jaws landing one solid bite. His teeth hardly punctured the beast's hard leather hide but he managed to spill some blood. But, Hannibal was not dumb enough to linger for long. He lurched backward, taking a chunk of skin with him, and darted off in order to dodge the Crocs counter attack which was to trash at Hannibal's front legs. The albino stumbled and was nearly caught but this time he came out clean. Quickly his fierce gaze flicked towards the stranger, "You wanted a fight.." A bloody snarl and a menacing snort shot forth from the older male. "So fight!"