pain they never knew

Hannibal was having an uneventful day. The beast lazed around his den, laying at the bank of the cold river with a neutral expression. His head rested on two front paws and his tail curled up against his hinds for warmth. It was late afternoon and the sun was finally setting. The temperature would drop slowly but he did not mind. As long as he didn't have to deal with snow the behemoth was fine with some chilly weather. He was alone for once.. Thys seemed to have her own agenda which may be a walk to stretch her legs and Eulogy was likely resting in her den. Hannibal could only assume she on his nocturnal sleep schedule since he has her delivering meals when he wakes up. He did not have much for the servant to do but once the pups were born he would have plenty of tasks for the girl. Fetching meals, helping Thys with the pups, and more.

The phantom silently stared at the water with eyes flicking over the moving rapids. With each breath little puffs of frost could be seen shoot from his two-toned nose. Every now and again the sounds of prey or a twig snapping would cause the heathen to look around but for the most part he was rather relaxed. In the back of his mind the male missed the commotion of his pregnant companion or even the silence of his servant. Sometimes he would just call Eulogy to sit with him as he thought things over. The stress of the High Lords demand was itching at him. To find him a personal healer.. A steep task. Hannibal had been roaming the south and even the east in search for rogues with medical knowledge. But, it was not something that would come easily. Thus, he would preserve his energy until the pups were born in order to focus on his family.

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