What it's worth

There was a clear winner after those swift moments of fighting. With blood slithering through Hannibal's ivory pelt and staining the pink skin beneath in multiple places it was evident it was time to end the fight. The secondary Alpha moved himself from Seer's reach with a tiny huff as those front two paws met the earth again. Blood dripped from his belly as well as two spots on his neck. But, Hannibal swallowed the throbbing pain to allow his pale gaze to settle upon the sight of the bowing victor. To be bowed to after losing a fight felt odd but nonetheless the experience had been honorable. Despite losing Hannibal suffered nothing more then physical wounds. Sirius gained rank but took nothing away from the Klein. The fanged beast took a step up in the pack as well as within Hannibal's personal graces.

After a moment of regaining his breath the bloody ghoul nodded to Sirius. "You are an esteemed fighter, Sirius." It was clear that Hannibal wasn't the greatest fighter to walk the lands, but he wasn't easy to beat. As of now, Hannibal was sure that Sirius was ready for the promotion. No Wolf with such prowess and intelligence deserved to be within shackles. Until he makes a wrong move. "After such a divine performance and with your proven loyalty to protecting our family I am pleased to grant you the rank of Daimyo." A grin slipped across Hannibal's lips as he eyed the victor. "I anticipate greatness from this promotion." Perhaps it was a tiny urge or a tickle of a threat. Hannibal would not allow anything but perfection linger within such a high ranking position.