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A feeling of undeniable pride filled the male's form as more and more Kleins piled into the clearing. The scents of his kin filled his dappled nose and pale eyes scanned each and every one. The first to arrive was Harbringr who was a handsome sturdy male with beaming mismatch eyes. A nod was seen from the albino to express his greeting before his attention was turned towards another. Hela, a black and grey babe with glistening pink eyes, made her entrance. Hannibal offered a little grin towards his younger sister as she spoke, "I am thrilled to see you, Crow." After allowed his eyes to roam over tall form his attention was swept away by another familiar face. The jugsaw-esque pelt and the deep Klein scent belonged to that of another younger sister, Lucretia. Her confident tones filled the air and the male's grin slipped into a smirk. The unyielding confidence of a true blood Klein was something no one could take away. Though, before he could greet his younger sibling another showed themselves. Another pink nosed black and white painted Wolf came forth but this one was much different. Rosemary was not only taller then the rest of them but he had such a way of walking that one may confuse he for a she at first sight. The flick of his hips and illustrious demeanor. Hannibal's gaze lingered while watching Rose place the crown before their new Empress. The male could feel his jowls salivating but in the midst of the meeting Hannibal contained himself.

As the crowd settled and Belle greeted each of the new arrivals Hannibal took a seat with a gentle exhale. Banshee was seated quietly at his right, beaming blue eyes flicking to each of her relatives. His mind lulled over the thoughts of what his rank may be.. Warrior? Would he even make a proper warrior after losing two major fights in a row? That being said he did do fairly well in the tournament before calling it quits. Advisor? The male was known and had a silver tongue. But, perhaps due to his actions in Erovrare some may be hesitant to speak to him on a political level..

Hannibal's thoughts were put at a pause as his leader's voice filled his perked ears. Baby blue and pink eyes flicked to Belle's own purple pools with a sudden intensity. ”Hannibal. Will you take the honor of being my right hand?” The question took him off guard.. Would she really want him to aid her in leading after his failures? A pang of panic filled his chest before he simply swallowed the feelings of doubt. "I would be honored, Empress." His tones rolled from his slippery pink tongue with a gentle luxuriousness. Hannibal painted a picture of his renown confidence despite the the mild panic he felt. The male may not have been able to take a crown for himself via tooth and claw but he would surely be able to assist his sister at the base of her ashen throne. Perhaps the mix of his experience and her raw intelligence would make a grand pairing.