wanderlust

The raven heralded the arrival of the High Lord, croaking his disjointed sound to announce the arrival of the large wolf. At his paws Raanee slithered like a shadow creeping away from the sun while the lightning king himself watched Hannibal with narrowed white rimmed eyes.

“Hannibal.” He greeted albeit a bit tersely. He couldn’t deny that the male had been active lately, far more active than anyone else in his pack had been and the man at least deserved a reward.  However Tyranis had a niggling fear that the male may have been plotting to overthrow him and his reign and the dominant posture he was greeted with only served to agitate that fear within him.

He gave the girl a passing look, taking in her scars and battered appearance and the way she cowered. A slave of course. Clearly Hannibal had had his eyes set on a specific and high powered rank within his kingdom. He supposed he couldn’t fault the man for that, the question was, would he remain content being second to himself, his brother, and his chosen son?

“Tell me what you have brought me.” He demanded although his tone was cold and passive.