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Hannibal came forth with a smaller Fish than the few times previously. He dropped the already dead thing to the ground as his eyes flicked towards his co-alpha. A blood covered smile slipped across his lips and the male nodded to his dear sister. "Sorry sweet cheeks but that Fish is for the other important girl in my life." Hannibal laughed softly before moving to scan the water, "Maybe giving the Golden Fish to Banshee will make her dislike me just slightly less." His voice was rather light hearted. Being a Father had been incredibly trialing thus far and it would likely not change anytime soon. With two new litters on the way and all.

The albino calmed himself slightly before slipping back towards the water. Long legs easily sliced through the water and his pale eyes flicked against the rippling surface. The male patiently awaited the arrival of another Fish. His voice was gentle and slightly husky in order to not scare off any Fish. "How are you, love?" The male then caught a glimpse of a gliding Fish and lurched down to snap hungry fangs at it.

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