a single strand on the tapestry

Hannibal had just got done hunting when the call met his ears. The albino dropped the Rabbit off for Banshee at her den, that was close to his own, before heading off to meet his summons. A flutter of anticipation travelled up the beast's spine as he slithered through the wooded area. The ravine was a beautiful area and he was happy to say Belle chose very well when it came to pack lands. There was enough overhead coverage to protect their families tender albino skin from the sun in daytime. The thought made him think of Recluse who was his primarily albino daughter. A pang of pain filled his chest as he thought of where she might be or what she might be doing. Or was she and Mordecai dead? After a moment Hannibal shook away the thoughts and exhaled to cool his emotions.

The hormonal scent of his royal sister filled his black and pink nose. There was something about her scent that was similar to Nephthys and Leera when they fat with pups. Perhaps it was just her heat playing at his senses. But, then the thought of her heat filled his mind with thoughts of desire. Belle was a beautiful Klein and his eyes always seemed to linger on her form.. Once again, Hannibal had to part way with his rampant thoughts for the sight of his leader filled his vision. Deathbelle stood mighty beneath the Moon's wavering light. It was very early morning and the Sun would be assuming it's reign soon. Hannibal approached at her rear with soft pad falls and even breaths. Pink and blue eyes seemed to rake over her curves before he forced himself to keep his lusty gaze at bay.

Hannibal moved to close the distance by brushing the length of his form against her own, his left at her right. Their piebald fur mingling and his muzzle diving into the thick of her hackles. Hannibal offered a few playful nips before moving from her fur before speaking in a low muffled tone, "My Grace.." Soon he parted his muzzle from her fur and allowed his passion filled gaze to pour into her own. Jaws salivated but outwardly he remained mostly cool, perhaps she could sense the heat radiating from his body. The need that made his veins burn as the blood within them boiled. "How may I be of service?"