come with me now

Hannibal was overwhelmed with emotions as he sat next to Dutch. The male entered the den joyous but easily picked up on her rather sorrowful mood. A simple frown tainted his once smiling lips as his attention turned fully upon the viking below. In no way did the albino think down on Dutch or did he think anyone else did. He figured she felt odd being in a strange pack full of his own family members. Especially when Lucerita reacted the way she did. Nevertheless, anyone he trusted was to be trusted and cherished by his family. Hannibal would need to do something to fix this.. but how?

The male was silent for a few long moments before he shook his head, "You are not fine. I can see it each time I visit." Hannibal leaned down to press his nose against her scruff before retreating slightly in order to speak clearly. "Such a fine femme shouldn't be burdened with such sorrow." Perhaps his wording of her emotions wasn't exactly correct but his unhappiness was clear. "I may have a solution, Dutch. If you are willing to hear me out?" Perhaps a change of pace would help everyone a bit.