nuclear

A new land full of grand opritinuties. As horribly cheesy as it sounded the male was flourished with goals and ambitions. Learning from his previous mistakes of getting overwhelmed or being impulsive he would take things slow. But, overall his main focus would be the Empire. Many things had muddled his vision in the past. Lust, greed, and violence. Emotion easily got the best of the indulgent beast but he aimed to take action against such flaws. As the pups of the pack grew he knew he'd need to lead by example. No longer would he beg for forgiveness from his own offspring neither. Hannibal took a month or so to reflect on the best path to take for the matter. All of his children hated him. What would he do? Treat them like everyone else. He would not be harsh nor cold. But, if they did not desire him as a father he'd merely be their superior. Overall he just wanted them to rise up to their fullest potential as Kleins.

All these invasive thoughts weaved their way into his mind as pink pads carried that slender frame through the plains. Eyes took in their new territory with curiosity. The sun was low in sky as the moon took her mighty reign. Some would say it was the golden hour as purples and oranges painted the heavens. It was the only time the albino could handle the sun's horrific gaze. Hannibal moved slowly with the high grass dancing along his slim legs. Lips were pulled into a tiny neutral grin and eyes narrowed. Taking in each scent and sight to fully take everything in.