To the hunt

Hunting had been a fond past time for Hannibal. He did it when he wished to settle his mind and think of only the goal set before him, which was catching the prey. Lately he did more solo hunting due to his solitary standing in the pack and a busy life. As taskmaster he was more captivated with catching Wolves then other species under Tyranis' orders. Nevertheless, as the call of Erovrare's heir filled his mismatch ears Hannibal almost instantly to answer the summons. Excitement filled his core as he made his way to the pack's borders. Not only has he not truly conversed with Rai but it was the chance to get to know a new pack member. Tyranis and his cold shoulder was really getting old therefore the male desperately wished for new company.

As Hannibal arrived his head was held high but the rest of his body relaxed. There was no need for his commanding dominance especially in the eyes of a higher ranked Wolf. With a simple nod the beast stopped his steps at about seven tail lengths away. "Greetings." A simple formality before getting down to business. "Have you caught any scents?" He knew Rais was a boy of little words and he would respect that. There would be no flowery flourish nor riddles, just a straight forward question.