Lucid Dreams

He wasn't so sure he trusted these new wolves, but he trusted Hannibal. Having searched what felt like the globe for his brother after famine tore apart their homeland, he'd finally trailed his scent to this place, lingering in the nearby woods. Having found him at the borders, he was happy to join the pack he came to trust, but Carthage couldn't help it - these weren't Klein's. But if Hannibal trusted him, he guessed he would at least try.

Already he was venturing out of the borders to explore, which was no different that if they were back in their homeland. He couldn't stay still for long, always on the look for something to do or someone to hassle. He found himself at a large river after walking a short distance from the forest and paused, looking down at his reflection in the water. Hannibal was right, he was getting thin. It wouldn't take long to put on the weight being in a pack, but still, he needed to pack on some extra pounds. He debated fishing, but the winter weather certainly made the water colder than it appeared, plus there weren't any fish swimming around directly under him. Looking back up from the water, he stepped back and began walking down its edge, wondering how far the river reached.

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ooc; for Korinna - set after he joins erovrare