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Hannibal rested within the depths of his den. Three little balls of joys rested at the cusp of his belly. Banshee, Recluse, and Mordecai. The male silently listened to their tiny breaths and idle mews. A smile was stained upon his pale lips as his head rested upon two front paws. Thys was off stretching her legs after a few long days of nursing and nurturing. The delivery was risky and put a lot of stress on everyone but thankfully they call came out safely. He worried for the runt but the male had faith in his spawn. The three nestled pups were of strong blood and hadn't a doubt in the world they would bring him pride. It was insane how much they took after both of their parents. Recluse was the closest to Hannibal while Mordi was much more like Thys. Banshee was a lovely mix of the rich brown tones and a dappling of albinism. All three was unique and he was pleased to say so.

The male's thick tail curled up around his rump as his eyes flicked around the den. Every now and again one of the pups would stir and the beast would coo them back into their puppy slumber. It was the late afternoon and assumed Eulogy would be by soon with some food. Hannibal's belly rumbled every now and again. Due to the pups arrival he hadn't gotten much sleep lately and his eating cycle was all jumbled up. Thus, he eagerly awaited Eulogy's arrival. The servant had been obedient to say the least. A little twinge of doubt filled his mind as he thought over the babe. She was incredibly good at her duties and didn't dare dis obey. It was almost too good to be true. Yet, he allowed the doubts to leave his mind as he looked over his delightful spawn. The three pups were the only thing that mattered now. They hold the key to the rise of the Klein Empire.