abyssal demise

Hannibal was busier then ever. There was the bad and the good. Circe and his children were still missing, there was tension with Dutch and some other members of Ashen, and he still felt as though Banshee and Recluse held negativity towards himself. But, on the other paw the male was anticipating building his own pack beside Deathbelles, Dutch's children were healthy, and his mind was in a semi-positive state. He was trying to balance all of the emotions and for the most part it was working. It was difficult when on one paw you had the sadness of losing more offspring but on the other you were gaining a crown.

The male slithered forth from the Ravine towards the Briar. Hannibal had many plans for the territory that were soon to come but he was excited to perhaps take a look at things. In theory the male wanted to clear out enough paths, hidden passageways, clearings, and dens for the pack to inhabit. He imagined having the protection of brambles and thorny briars would be a lovely defense mechanism for both Ashen and Abyss to utilize. A pack protected and leaving within a tangled mess of thorns would be one well protected unit. But, before that could happen there was a lot of work to be done. He would need to secure a team of capable Wolves to begin clearing out the briar where the thorns were the least prominent. It would be a prickly and tedious task but in the end it could be pretty neat.

As Hannibal moved through the rough terrain another thought filled his mind. He thought over the ranks and who may fill them. Banshee was becoming quite the profound medic but she wasn't experienced enough to be the main healer of his pack. Lucerita was much closer to Belle so he could only assume she'd stay in Ashen. Who else could help? Thoughts of Riva, the black and white gal from the orchard, filled his mind. A little grin slipped across his lips. He wondered what she was up to and if she needed some work. Thus, the male tossed his head into the air and called upon the femme with a gentle song.