River Runs Deep

As the babe turned he took note of her mix of obsidian and golden tones. Pale eyes connected with her own molten optics with pleasure. He was sure to not let his gaze wander too much for his pink lips would easily begin to salivate involuntarily. There was no time for creeping a stranger out when they were so unique and exotic. Hannibal would not let such a delightful view slip through his paws like liquid gold. Thus, as she seemed to calm a bit and emit vocals he took them in intently. A simple hello was shot his way and the eloquent beast took in her shimmering vocals.

Hannibal stood tall but his normal domineering tone was lessened slightly. It seemed among beautiful creatures he was much more at ease. He wished to observe and to get to know such unique creatures but it was very evident he was a confident man with great posture. With a flick of his tail his own illustrious tones escaped their ivory chains. "What brings you to the south?" If he were a rogue he wouldn't dare roam the south so freely. With there being three packs it just was not very smart.