Welcome to Hell

The woman was blunt with her words, simply telling him what he wasn't sure he wanted to hear. He needed Hannibal? He didn't need anyone, but that was just his ego talking. Maybe he did need Hannibal, but he was set on doing it himself if he had to. She was quick to pick up where she had left off, telling him to take Hannibal from Tyranis. Did she have something against the alpha? It made him skeptical of both her and him, as he didn't know where he could put his trust just yet. He didn't even trust Hannibal at this moment, so all in all he was already on edge.

"Do you have something against Tyranis?" He questioned with a slight tilt of his head, searching her face for any immediate reaction she'd try to hide. "Blood can be as worthless as those that aren't blood, should they waste their potential on lesser things." Carthage raised his head, tucking in his chin slightly. He wasn't so sure about her. Was she not also a member of Erovrare? Why was she trying to turn him and his brother against Tyranis, or seemingly trying to anyway? He wondered if she had ulterior motives herself, but kept quiet about it, waiting for her answers and searching her face for any hidden meanings.