Well this isn't right

The hellhound sauntered through the chilly gulley with a devious grin across his pristine lips. The acts of devilish pleasures replayed within his sickening mind as he wandered the lands aimlessly. Finally he had met a femme to match his undying desires of lust. A steamy night to remember until the next would come, which he no doubt would. Yet, as his large paws hit the earth a scent filled his nostrils. The scent was that of a female Wolf with no distinct notes of a pack. Hannibal raised a curious brow before shrugging silently. Not particularly in the mood to seek a stranger out he just roamed with the possibility of bumping into them.

Sooner then he thought the sight of a hunched over fae came into view. Her fur was a beautiful brown and her body was rather tiny compared to his own. He thought over his options, to vanish into the shadows or to expose himself. With a nod the male trotted in her direction, fate seemingly brought them together for some reason. He was not incredibly superstitious but sometimes he enjoyed the thought of other worldly powers.

Hannibal shamelessly got close to the female, trotting up to her right side with a glorious grin. He stopped at about five tail lengths away before leaning downward slightly. With flattening ears and a raised brow he let forth some delightful tones. "The Gulley suits you, miss." His demeanor was dominant and almost overpoweringly so. The Gulley he spoke of was full of herbs and various flowers. The frosty green backdrop below a cloudy sky was quite the landscape for any beautiful femme. "Where are my manners?" He flashed some fangs with a deeper smile, "Good Afternoon, I am Hannibal." His head tilted as mismatch eyes flicked to her various scars. Either this scrawny gal was a war veteran or she had been through some crap.

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