The Devil You Know

Reports of Klein kin coming out of the wood works filled the ghoul's shriveled heart with joy. More of his promising siblings filling the ranks of both Ashen and it's Armada was what he always wanted. Finding a home for those of their kind to plant their roots and thrive. Despite all of his failings and mistakes they were seemingly achieving what he had hoped. But, none of those pleasant thoughts involved the state of his offspring. Both of his litters despised him. Some of the pups gone with their mothers and others stayed in the packs. Banshee seemed to be close with Sirius and doing well to improve upon her own skills. Recluse was a seething ball of rage Hannibal was quite frightened to go near. Gimli was young and impressionable, no doubt his angry sisters filled his mind with negativity. Which the male couldn't blame them for. All in all, once the packs made their moves he would set his sights on renewing his relationship with his children if possible. But, if they were completely opposed or defiant he would not press the matter. Taking the path of Hamiclar and giving his offspring room to make their own choices. If that meant hating their father, then so be it. As long as they were hard working and good Kleins.

As pink pads fell upon the cool earth a discint scent filled his dappled nose. Pale eyes narrowed as they scanned the area. Hannibal's jaw fell open slightly to allow the scent to fall upon his tongue, in order to taste it. With that he knew exactly who the feminine yet powerful aroma belonged to. The image of his younger sister Shiba filled his mind. A dignified she-wolf painted in greys and whites as their mother was. Sharp deep blue eyes of the Klein and a proper lean build. With such a discovery Hannibal set out in the direction of the scent. It did not take long for the slightly taller male to find his way. His haunting gaze fell upon that of his sibling and a generous grin slipped across his lips. "Shiba." Long legs carried the serpent towards the babe in order to close the distance between them. Hannibal attempted to embrace Shiba, if allowed to do so. After a proposed nuzzle or two he'd try to take a step back to level his eyes with her own. "Are you well?"