Long May He Reign

A call filled Hannibal's ears and a smirk slithered across his delightful lips. The male had been patrolling the territory and left his position quite eagerly to respond to his King. Thoughts began to wander as he made his way through the dark wilds. What could Tyranis want from him upon such a gloomy night? The High Lord and Hannibal hadn't shared a conversation in quite some time and tension built between them as they days went by. Both were powerful, capable, and dominant in every way. Yet, Hannibal respected Tyranis in many ways. Though, it seems the paranoid King was unable to grasp said respect with the frigid glances and sneers.

As he neared the shrine two familiar scents filled his two-toned nose. Thys who was the mother of his sleeping pups and Tyranis as well. The gentle glow of the pond as well as the bloody moon illuminated the night in such a way it sent a tingle down Hannibal's spine. As he broke through the thicket he saw Thys standing a bit away from the clearing. The High Lord stood tall in the middle of snow peppered black stones and a broken femur at his paws. A simple brow raised as Hannibal moved to stand just outside of the circle. His head dipped down in a generous bow before looking over his handsome alpha. "My Lord." The two words lulled from his pink tongue with ease before cocking his slender head to the side. "What is this?" From the various clues Hannibal could only assume it was some sort of ceremony but as it were he wasn't sure what that would consist of.