Party Starter

Hannibal had a few plans and motives. In a new world and being alone without kin you he had to make a name for himself. Rising the ranks of a pack and exerting his prowess was a way to do so. No one was going to take him seriously for his words and stories were all talk. Hannibal had to show that he had what it took to rule and one day conquer. His goal would be to claim territory and a pack for his family, then one day hand off the crown to one of his offspring. But, it was truly hard to plan these things as so many parts are moving. As he witnessed his brother offer a hesitated dip of the head Hannibal completely understood his lack of enthusiasm. Kleins did not bend the knee to others so easily but hopefully they could all get along for now.

The hellhound listened to their quiet exchange and remained silent himself. This was now between Tyranis and Carthage. If Carthage could not comply then so be it, but he hoped to have his brother as a strong warrior one day. Hannibal hadn't seen anyone other then Cloud and Tyranis fight in the pack thus he had not clue if there were any true warriors. With a pack filled with masters and servants, as well as darker aligned Wolves they would need all the tooth and claw they could get. War would come one day and Hannibal would be ready.