chance or dumb luck

As his tail flicked the albino Alpha listened to her words with a rather amused flare in his eyes. Most of the she-wolves he surrounded himself with were arrogant and seductive. This... Dutch.. was much different to say the least. It seemed the oddballs and the weirdos attracted Hannibal in a way some simple harlot could not. The character built beneath the skin was what he seemed to be attracted to. Titles and names were one thing but he wanted to spend time with real Wolves. Thus, the rather interesting babe before him was enough to peak his curiosity for the time being.

Bold and blunt vocals fell from her slender mouth as Dutch moved to sit rather then remain laying down. Hannibal did not move but his eyes were shamelessly taking in the length of her bodice. As she had said, she was rather small, especially in comparison to Hannibal who was slightly above average when it came to height. Of course those like Archon or Sirius who were literal giants. Hannibal's smirk never left his pink lips as his mis match ears flicked with each word she said. His head tilted as she spoke of 'handsome strangers' and a low rumble of a laugh could be heard. "Handsome strangers?" The beast allowed his lips to curl upward in a much more devious smirk. Eyes were narrowed as white lashes fluttered over his pale gaze. "What if these handsome strangers are actually ghouls?" Hannibal tilted his head, allowing his eyes to connect with her own. Amusement was now laced with a glint of something much more fiery.

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