Well this isn't right

Hannibal was not a charitable creature. As of now the only Wolves he would actively offer a paw to were Spider and his pack members. He had a soft spot for Spider even after not seeing him for a long while. Something about the purity of the male gave Hannibal the warm tingles. Then of course you have Erovrare, the only thing of importance in Hannibal's life. The pack was a vessel for power and soon he would rise up. He just needed to get his paw into the threshold. Perhaps bringing back a few bondservants would do the trick. But, he be so quick since he wasn't high enough rank to officially force claim. He would have to bring the Wolves of his choosing to the borders and request Tyranis permission to claim them as servants.

The submissive gal sputtered forth more vocals. The words breeding bitch bounced around in his cranium. As said before the beast was no rapist thus he would never force a female into doing something sexual without consent. Though, he didn't have a hard time convincing Wolves to lay with him. As she looked upward he aimed to gain eye contact for those few short moments. "Born a slave.. How incredibly unfair." He thought over the concept of slavery. Honestly it was the easiest way to collect slaves, having them born being and one from the get go. But, he preferred to wrestle with his captives. To forge them into perfect servants. Creatures to do his bidding and aid him in the tedious happenings of life. "Slave is such a disgusting word." Pink lips curled into a smile, "Though, I would be careful if I were you. You may have escaped the slavers of your previous pack but there may Wolves just as horrible lingering these lands." The male took in a deep breath as he raised his head. Hannibal looked around for a few moments, "I could escort you to the East if you like, Eulogy." Was he being selfless, or did he have a more promising plan bubbling beneath the surface?

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