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Rustling filled the males perked ears as Eulogy grew closer to the den. Instinctively the beasts hackles raised in natural defense of his offspring. Anything and anyone other then Thys was a threat within the depths of his Wolfish brain. Hannibal’s head raised as bicolored optics narrowed. He assumed it was his servant bringing food and his belly was thankfully but the sounds were much different then normal pad falls. He refused his curious notions to get up in order to refrain from disturbing the beautifully sleeping pups. Thankfully his assumptions were confirmed as the rear end of his tiny slave wiggles it’s way into the den. His lusty eyes took note of her form before settling on what she had managed to bring from the food store. Joel’s salivated as he observes the freshly killed Boar in delight.

Hannibal was rather pleased with Eulogy’s determination. A gentle grin swept across pink lips as he offered a quick nod towards the thin creature. He looked over her terribly skinny figure with a little “tisk” coming from between his white fangs. As she looked down to the pups his long tail flicked and his eyes moved towards her own. ”Tear me off a piece and have some yourself. You are beginning to look sickly skinny.” He did not want a servant that was hard on the eyes. It would ruin his aesthetic. Hannibal’s voice was low to not disturb his snoozing offspring.

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