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With the hustle and bustle of pups the male had little desire to knock up another babe for at least a few months. Hannibal wished to provide undivided attention to his pups and his rank within the pack. There was not room for much more nor would he push himself. Though, if something happened then so be it. He was not much a planner and usually acted on his random whims of lust or excitement. His mind was constantly going in every which direction on what to do with power and the urge to gain more.

Hannibal watched his servant pathetically pick at the bad bits of the Boar. All was well until she opened her slender mouth to respond to his simple question. All he desired was a yes or no but she came forth with an explanation. He took her words a undesired judgement flung in his direction. The male's lips curled up, exposing his hefty teeth, and his hackles bunched up as well. A low growl emitted from the depths of his horrific throat and his gaze could murder. "You dare judge others for their natural desires?" His voice was hushed but dripping with toxicity. "You have no right, slave." He leaned forward careful to not disturb his precious offspring, "Leave now. I will find you later and show you there are consequences that come with an unruly tongue." Once Thys came back from a walk he would track Eulogy down to put her in her rightful place.

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