Lucid Dreams

Although he favored his alone time, there was something to be said about meeting new wolves. It could go either way - spending time together alone, or fighting to get your alone time back. Today, he hoped for the latter. Of course, he didn't mind spending his time to himself, getting familiar with the surroundings of Erovrare and he did need to meet the majority of the pack. While he couldn't trust the lot of them, Hannibal seemed to and had been around them long enough to assume they could at least be trusted enough to live there. He didn't understand how Hannibal could live so far away from their family, from the Empire, but everyone had scattered since the famine... Still, did he even try looking for any of them, even for him?

He'd spent his time tracking Hannibal and following him, albeit slowly, to this new place, but did he even care? Carthage narrowed his eyes in thought as the dark woman approached. He'd been aware of her, but seemingly temporarily forgot until she spoke. Assuming she'd walk on by, he was pleasantly surprised by this, especially since it took him from the ill thoughts he was having about his brother.

He could smell the lingering scent of Erovrare on her pelt and assumed he could at least trust her not to push him in as she suggested, but again, he couldn't trust anybody... especially an alluring female. Besides, her scars proved at least one thing - she had a hard life or she could stand up for herself when necessary. Regardless, she wasn't weak, he knew that much. He let his icy gaze travel over her body, taking in the scars present elsewhere than her face and how much they stood out against her dark pelt. He let them linger longer than he probably should before looking back to her face, settling with a little smirk. "I dare you to try."


"Speech!"
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