Dancing in the Dark

“Destiny? Or fate perhaps?” He asked coyly, a wide smirk over his features as he looked over the wraith. “Leadership suits you mi amor.” He purred closing the distance between them by circling him in a joyful trot before coming to a rest at his side. “I told you once you had a touch of destiny to you, seems I was right.” He grinned, his brush of a tail flagging under Hannibal’s chin before he settled on his haunches, his eyes alight with excitement.

“Tell me of this mighty pack you call home, it certainly seems home to many strong wolves.”

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