The worst kind of man

Hannibal stared down at the mess he made. A weeping woman with blood rushing from her muzzle. The albino remained expressionless but his lips threatened to twitch into a sneer. He did not enjoy the sounds of her cries for he was not normally one to inflict such violence on innocents but Eulogy needed to know her place. It was for the good of the pack and his family. If Tyranis saw weakness in the male's personal servant it would be a slight in his own worthiness. It was all a game. The behemoth's pale optics remained focused not on her but the blood that painted the snow.

Dreadful thoughts filled Hannibal's mind as he towered over the woman. The servant had proven to be a good caretaker of his pups and offered immense amounts of help to his small family. Perhaps it was time to bring more Klein spawn into the world.. But would it be proper to do so with a slave? Hannibal thought over these factors for a few moments before opening his jaws to emit much more serious tones now. "Are you fertile?" A female of her age must know the answer to that question.. If not they would find out.

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