chance or dumb luck

Hannibal was regaining weight slowly. He was still slender for he had always been on the lighter side in comparison to a lot of the Wolves in these lands. Many were giants compared to the average Wolf. Even back home Hannibal was considered large but here he seemed smaller then ever. Lengthy legs regained muscle, especially with the heat and all the walking he was doing. Fur was thin due to the season and most of his fat had turned to athletic muscle. At this point Hannibal looked so much more like a runner or hunter then a trained fighter. Perhaps that what he was now? Since his last fight he hadn't trained but he surely hunted a lot.

Pink pads fell upon the earth as Hannibal took in a foreign scent. Feminine and a loner. Albino paws slowed as he came face to face with an entrance to a cave. It was evident this was where the scent led to. Hannibal hesitated at the mouth before slowly padding in with wide eyes and sturdy steps. His tail was even with his spine and his head was held high. A mis match gaze swept across the dark cavern before landing upon a curled up figure. The Klein raised his head as he peered down at the Wolf. Eyes were shut and breaths easy, it was clear she was sleeping. The male froze for a moment.. Did he let her leave or take a chance to rest in the cave as well? Feeling bold and.. tired, Hannibal moved to the opposite side of the cavern to slowly lay down on the cave's floor. Eyes remained settled on the babe. He would never allow himself to sleep in the midst of a stranger but his legs needed a break.

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