Haust Blót

Hannibal took the long song of an invitation in as he was patrolling the Ashen's borders. A spike of curiosity filled his form but the male decided it'd be best to first inform Banshee where he was off to. - After buzzing by Ban's den the male set off for the Blot with swift pad falls and a raised head. As he arrived the Alpha remained tall and tight but not overbearingly dominant. There was no reason to puff out his chest for it was a festival. Hannibal's eyes first met the sight of Dutch and Deathbelle separately before flicking to the Black Stallion and the bonfire. With a raised brow his strides slowed and the Right Hand fell into place next to his Empress. "These Wolves know how to put on a show." His voice was low but not a whisper.

Beaming blue and pink eyes were full of wonder as they darted around the festival. He seemed to take in the sight of the tied up Horse with a long look before settling his gaze upon the woman who seemed to be in charge. A earth toned Viking tall and proud. Hannibal couldn't say he had personally met the fae before. But, soon his attention moved to Dutch. He wasn't too sure if he should approach her or even say anything at all. But, the male offered her a toothy grin. Hannibal held no shame about knocking the babe up but Belle didn't know yet.