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Hannibal was pleased she took to his concerns. Wolves were far too trusting in these regions which was why he had a growing number of servants under him. With herbology came the art of poisons and for all he knew the bow adorned babe before him could be some sort of assassin. He may be a tad bit dramatic but once she shows him a bit of a demonstration or explains a few things he would be willing to try whatever she has to offer. If he could find a cure to his everlasting issues with the sun his quality of life would go up seamlessly. The albino listened to her supple verbiage in response to his comment on the rarity of healers. Hannibal offered a grin and a nod in response before quietly watching her next actions.

The beast was shocked to see her skills with opening the jar and utilizing the stick. He hadn't ever thought of using such tools to his advantage and likely never would. But, what really caught his attention was the salve that was now on the leaf before him. Her suggestion was to rub some on his skin himself to get an idea of what it would do. Hannibal leaned downward to get a good sniff of the salve and he did recognize the smells of honey and aloe. The pale male perked up a bit and gazed in her direction. "My mother was a healer and she often rubbed aloe on my back to soothe the burns. They were especially bad when I was young and did not realize how horrible the sun actually was for my skin."

Hannibal pushed away the thoughts of his rightful home before moving his black paw to the salve. He dabbed a toe into the solution before moving it to the top of his white paw. With care the beast patted on the salve before moving his black paw back down to the earth. Pale eyes curiously observed his albino paw as if something magical would happen. But, he did feel a significant soothing and cooling sensation. His eyes flicked back to the stranger with a simple smile. "That feels lovely." His tones held no venom as he was truly grateful for the babes aid. Despite his usual abrasive attitude he had a love for those that held bounds of knowledge. Intellect was something he could really appreciate much more then a silver tongue or sharp claws. "If you wouldn't mind my back is rather bad due to the winter season.. A bit of this would go a long way." The phantom lowered down onto his haunches to sit.

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