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The pale beast came forth with a medium sized fish between ivory teeth. Hannibal smirked with the slimy flapping creature in his mouth before dropping it to his pile. He bit down at the head region to ensure a quick death and it was still. He licked his wet lips that remained stained bright red-pink with Fish blood. It was a messy business due to how much they bled. It gave the albino a rather undesirable bloody grin on those oddly pale pink lips.

The opposing Alpha responded with neutral yet deep tones. It seemed the obsidian and white male was not interested in delving into meaningful small talk. Nevertheless, Hannibal's handsome smirk never dissipated. He watched as the other Wolf caught another decent sized Fish. A little nod was tossed in Rhymes direction as Hannibal decided to step forward into the shallows. "May I know the name of my fishing partner?" Baritone vocals were a delicious purr before his attention was moved back to the water. Pale eyes darted around before they caught site of another daring specimen. Hannibal quickly stuck his muzzle into the water and snapped at the Fish in attempt to catch it.

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