ivory cage

Hannibal moved along the lands with quiet steps and peering eyes. One tatter ear lay flat and the other was on alert. The moon was high in the sky and painted the Alpha with a wash of light blue. In the day his pink skin gave the male a very warm white appearance. But, in the evening his fur took in the cool tones of the moon. His one blue eye seemed to glisten with anticipation as he moved through the wilds. After his discussion with Belle and taking care of a few of his many duties Hannibal deemed it time to call upon Circe. As of now the babe should be showing some signs, even if they are small, of pregnancy. Some femmes don't show signs for a long while but he hoped Circe was not one of them. Hannibal was rather confident in the strength of his seed and if their Fallen God had blessed them so.. there are no doubts Circe would be expecting.

The phantom made his way into the sunken river with long strides. He was looking much better with the help of the pack and mostly Luc. Scabs were healing and his body was thick with muscle and fat. The albino was lean but looked healthy once again. Hannibal had bounced back physically but his mind was still riddled with negativity. Hopefully one day he would return to his former self. Or was this mental development going to change him all together? The male shook the deep thoughts from his mind and found a nice spot beneath a tangle of roots to seat himself. He raised his head and let forth a summoning song for the potential mother of his spawn.