food for thought

Fin, Hannibal's Stoat companion, nestled into his hackles per usual. The creature usually didn't leave the alpha and usually went un noticed. When Hannibal needed a private moment the quiet critter would retreat to a nice tree or hidey hole. But, usually she just rested in his scruff. Though, her movement alerted the beast of the incoming Wolf before even padfalls did. Often Fin would softly announce the arrival of other animals or Wolves before Hannibal could see them. She was able to look around when he couldn't. So, they made a pretty decent team.

Hannibal lifted his head to greet his brother. A smirk played at his pale lips as haunting eyes wandered over Harbringr's form. With a nod the albino flicked his nose towards the Bird, "One of my many skills." With a flutter of lashes Hannibal lowered down to lay on his belly and take the Hare in his jaws. He began to idly pick at it before continuing his own speech. "It is time we discuss the future." His brow raised as he looked towards his brother, "When the pack splits I will need Wolves to follow me. Would you harvest any interest in doing so?" Hannibal was open to hearing any opinions his brother may have or even denial. The male wouldn't get mad and didn't expect anyone to uplift their roots for him.