Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you

Hannibal limped along as he was directed through the wilds. He recognized some areas but not all of them. Despite his foggy brain from the blood loss he was not a complete potato. The male's body was riddled with wounds the most severe being on his upper half and his front left leg. As they arrived to the Lake his pale orbs flicked around. It was a region he was in fact familiar with but his attention was taken as words rang out. It was the babe who seemed to be the healer. Hannibal looked down at the leg in question and attempted to press it to the ground. After only an inch of movement a harsh growl hit the air and his head shook as a no.

Thoughts of his family filled his mind and emotions came forth. He would not show his sorrow but the worry was rather evident. He silently hoped Nephthys had gone to protect the pups. Who knew what would happen? There were fights breaking out left and right. All he cared about was his family and they were what he fought for. Despite his loss the male rather submit and have the chance to be a father to his children then die fighting for his freedom.

The albino glanced around for a moment as he was released from Circe. He slid down to lay onto the earth, cumbersomely due to the lack of movement in his left front leg. "It will not."