lost in the fire

Ivory teeth plucked at a freshly caught Fish and a black and white tail swayed with joy. The sun had just set and the male had been on a bit of a fishing venture. Normally he did not have the patience but with the lakes so conveniently placed in their pack lands it was less of a problem. Hannibal was beginning to enjoy the taste of the Fish as well. It was fresh and didn't leave him bogged down with fatty tissue. He had dropped one off for Banshee as well and since she wasn't in her den he just left it within. Hannibal lulled over what his daughter may be doing and why she wasn't spending much time with her father. Perhaps the youngling still held resentment for his absence and Hannibal could not allow himself to blame her.

The pale male finished up his snack and raised his head to allow a piercing gaze slip across the ravine. He was resting upon the sun bathing rock just outside of his sister's palace. Hannibal had been given the go ahead to share it with Belle but he still called it her den since she did all the decorating. Pink lips parted as Hannibal allowed the scents to flow both into his mouth and nose. The smell of his Empress and her Royal Guard was thick in the air. Perhaps the other male was around? Hannibal scanned the area before lifting his deep vocals into the air, "Samurai?" If Sirius was close he would hear the booming call.