Birds of a Feather
It seemed like the Wolf Hannibal encountered was delusional. The stranger reminded him of some sort of prophet or conspiracy theorist. One of those Wolves that have an odd twinkle in their gaze as if puzzled by something at all times. To have such clouded thoughts and odd beliefs was not something the behemoth was interested in. If it weren't for Hannibal's realization of this stranger's mental instability he may have been offended by his outright dismissive speech. Even someone so arrogant and bold as the albino would not stoop so low as to argue with a religious nut. It would only give the vain heathen unneeded stress wrinkles. With a raised brow Hannibal looked towards the stranger. "You are rather opinionated." The male moved to stand while rolling his shoulders ever so slightly. "This ignorant Wolf is going to go take a nap. I will leave you to your nonsense." With a flick of pale lips the beast slithered off into the thicket towards the south. Hannibal was in no mood for silly fights over religion. exit hannibal |