all we ever knew

Hannibal watched his sister closely with narrowed yet gentle eyes. Lashes fluttered in contrast again the pale optics as his gaze flicked along her beautiful form. It seemed despite the females that seemed to flock to him his need was only in the babe he couldn't have. Yet, he was beginning to catch on that Deathbelle was just as much of a temptress as Nephthys had been. A Viper with many in her clutch. Hannibal picked up on the needy gazes of the males beneath her. He was not the only one yearning the Empresses love.

The royal Klein finally spoke and he offered a firm nod. It all came down to duty. They both bedded other Wolves for 'duty.' Though, he suspected Belle did not dislike the act just as Hannibal hadn't. He really held not true desire for Circe and he had a suspicion he was not her type. But, Nevertheless the two alphas were in a similar boat, just Hannibal didn't have to carry the offspring as his superior did.

Belle voiced her distaste but in no way was it unwarranted. Just as Hannibal didn't like the idea of his sister with Archon, the delusional religious nut-brain that took him captive, but he couldn't do much about it. As she wouldn't do anything about Hannibal bedding other femmes. "I enjoy the idea of both of our litters growing up together in our new home." A grin could be seen as he connected his gaze with her own. "Also, Circe and I have no romantic connection.. So you must not allow the image of our relations plague your thoughts. You must preserve that precious mind for the difficult times ahead. Our litters will be born at the brink of winter and it will take a lot to maintain everyone's health." Hannibal had some plans to help with that, "I have a few plans for that subject if I may?"