wanderlust

Hannibal thought his alpha would have taken the servant for himself. But, as the High Lord spoke he stood corrected. Praise of all things came forth from the royal jowls. The albino's expression remained neutral but his own lips twitched in the urge to smirk. A promotion came his way and a high one at that. One of the highest possible ranks without being within the royal court. Hannibal was handed no crown but a set of chains. He was to be the taskmaster which was a very eloquent way of saying slave master. An overload of many servants to come. A flicker of excitement slithered down his spine as he nodded towards Tyranis. "An honor, my Lord."

With a tail flick the male thought over the next royal decree. Hannibal was meant to find a healer for Tyranis, one to serve his every need. His brow raised ever so slightly as his thoughts lulled over the list of healers he had met. Yet, the only one that came to mind was Spider. But, Spider was a part of a pack, or that is at least what Hannibal gathered from his scent. Therefore he was off limits. The phantom was not interested in starting wars. No one else met the match, thus he would just have to begin a slow hunt. The request would take a while to fulfill but it was not impossible. "Very well." As his King left the pale Wolf looked to Eulogy and offered her a sincere smile. "Come love, it is time to get you a meal and some rest. I will explain everything you need to know tomorrow." It was already late and they would likely sleep well into the mid hours of the day. But, that was the norm for the albino. Hannibal set off towards the thick of the forest towards the bank of the river that separated the two Erovrare territories.

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