Curious, just Curious

Hannibal had yet to really get to know the leaders of Erovrare. He and Tyranis were able to chat here and there but other then that the others seemed reclusive or busy. The male had seen Cloud when they fought off the Polar Bear but otherwise he did not know the Viceroy. Also the heir was seemingly nowhere to be found. Back home within the Klein Empire your rank was everything. If you were a heir you had to act like one. Proving and showing your worth to the lesser people was of high importance. The members of your pack had to believe in the power you hold otherwise you are just another nameless Wolf. This is why Hannibal had asked for the woman's rank. It meant everything when it came to a pack.

Grunt, essentially an apprentice of sorts. The hellhound offered a simple nod as he took in her sweet tones. What perked his interest was her mentions of healing. Hannibal raised a brow and offered a little grin. "Healing, that is what will get you a permanent rank within this pack, love." He paused. "You are in a strong pack filled with fighters. We can all hunt, but the majority of us do not know any sort of healing." He leaned forward with his gaze pouring into her own. "If I were you I would study up on herbs and focus on that. That is how you will grow and blossom into a viable medic for Erovrare." Hannibal straightened up as he looked her over once, "I do apologize if I overstepped any boundaries with my advice. Assuming Cloud is your trainer I would hate to upset anyone."