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Nephthys was watching the the pups which gave Hannibal some time to get out of the pack lands. Lately everything was really exhausting the beast and needed some sort of outlet that didn't involve hostilities. Thus, he found himself exploring as he did when he first arrived to Boreas. When he was a rogue the male was constantly on the move and on various explorative adventures. Now, he was plump and mostly stationary. Healthy of course, but just well fed and not as mobile. It was freeing to explore on his own. Of course he cannot wait for the day he can take his pups out of the den and teach them every inch of the lands, but that will have to wait a bit.

Hannibal found himself in The Orchard just as the sun was setting. He remained snug to the trees despite their barren winter state. The sun was going down but it's last rays were still harsh on his skin. Lately the burns weren't so horrible due to it being mostly overcast and he was getting acclimated to a truly nocturnal life. His albino jaws parted for a moment and stale scents of prey and Wolves filled his senses, unless someone was down wind he was pretty much alone for now. Hannibal's dreadfully pale gaze flicked around the wildlife with a purity one would normally not witness. It was the simplicity of his curiosity. No lust nor hatred. Just the willingness to succumb to the nature and beautiful sights to see.

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