River Runs Deep

Either Eulogy or Nephthys was back home at the den caring for the pups therefore Hannibal took this time to explore. He needed to clear his head as all the whispers of hatred from his alpha and the stress of caring for his family weighed on two pale shoulders. Hannibal found himself in the middle of the intertwining river that cut through the south. He had ventured in this direction a few times and it even sliced through Erovrare's territory which made things tricky in the winter. He never fully understood why Tyranis would claim a territory in such an odd land and also sharing borders with two other packs. The safety of the pack was at stake and it riddled Hannibal's brain each and every moment.

As he made his way along the length of the river the scent of an unfamiliar female fell into his nostrils. His pink and black nose flared as jaws parted to properly taste the scent. It seemed she was a rogue or a part of a pack he had yet to encounter. The male perked up a bit and trotted along the river until pale eyes finally fell upon her beautiful form. Hannibal grinned as his eyes ravaged her golden pelt with obsidian and alabaster accents. He was moving towards her from her rear but made sure to not conceal his pad falls so he didn't give her a freight. Hannibal slowed down a bit as he neared her and allowed for baritone vocals to travel in her direction, "Good day."