Familiar

A call hit the idle ears and the phantom perked up. Hannibal's slim features tensed due to the unfamiliarity of the call, also the urgency. It sounded of diplomacy and assumed the High Lord would meet the summons promptly. Yet, not after long something told the beast to make his way tot he borders just in case. As a high ranking wold of the pack he had full right to meet any summons no matter the importance. If it was a case of diplomacy he hoped Tyranis had already arrived. Hannibal felt as though he didn't have enough knowledge of Tyr's standings with the other packs to make deals or speak on his behalf. But, the male would give it his best shot. One day Hannibal may have his own pack and it is best to have some knowledge of neighbors.

The albino slithered towards the borders with a confident yet neutral demeanor. He held mild dominance but not enough to be directly off putting. Erovrare was a strong pack and must appear as so even if they were new. As he made his way through the thicket and laid eyes upon who he assumed howled the beast moved to get closer. Stopping his steps at about seven tail lengths away Hannibal offered the greyscale stranger a firm nod. There was no reason to threaten the stranger since he hasn't passed borders and was respectful enough to call before doing so. "Greetings." A pause. "I am Hannibal Klein, Taskmaster of Erövrare. What brings you to our borders?" A black and white brow raised as the sturdy heathen looked over the opposing male. It seemed the stranger was mildly fatigued due his outward appearance but other then that Hannibal had little to note.