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Hannibal spoke well of this pack he'd come to find, even having the nerve to compare it to the Empire. Carthage's eyes narrowed, uncertain of his trust. Loyal to the Klein Empire, he was wary joining another pack, but of course, survival in numbers. What he wouldn't give to have something besides fish or a rabbit for a meal. He listened on as he boasted, hoping he could really put in as much trust as his brother did. Carthage would have to trust him, but it would take more than enough time to begin to trust the others. They weren't Kleins; they were impure mortals that he didn't think they should be fraternizing with. Before he could respond, another appeared, demanding their attention and answers.

When Hannibal bowed, Carthage swallowed hard and tipped his chin as politely as he could manage, refusing to lower himself to someone he didn't know. Introduced simply as his brother when Hannibal spoke, he took the cue to finish introducing himself. "Carthage Klein, or rather Carnage." His gaze was rigid on the other male, wondering what about him Hannibal fancied enough to follow. While he couldn't deny the dominant, attractive air about him, he still wanted to know exactly what it was about all of this Hannibal put his faith in. Certainly he hadn't walked into this without some kind of plan or motive...


"Speech!"
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