Welcome to Hell

Choosing to join the ranks and follow under a man that wasn't a Klein was an on going struggle for Carthage as he tried to settle in this new pack. Hannibal seemed confident, however Carthage was still unsure. He wandered the grounds aimlessly, soon coming across an area with large, pillar like structures rising from the ground like overgrown weeds. His brows furrowed in mild confusion, but he continued on to the center of the ring, wonder what these were or are used for. He'd never seen something so... extra. Did Erovrare use these in some sort of ritual or rite of passage? He couldn't be sure by just looking at them, so he'd definitely have to ask Hannibal. Maybe something sketchy was going on behind all of their backs. Carthage was skeptical of this new pack, and everything they did was subject to Carthage's opinion, wanted or not.

Carthage had joined Erovrare only a few days ago, however he failed to really meet anyone besides Tyranis. Most of the pack seemed somewhat reclusive, or at least to him, so he wasn't really surprised he hadn't seen many around. Maybe wandering and waiting somewhere in the packlands would bring somebody out, but he couldn't help but wish for Hannibal. This pack needed more wolves he could trust, more Kleins.


"Speech!"
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