Sharpening Swords Into... Swords [WARRIOR MEETING]

Hannibal had been doing some patrolling when he heard the call. Normally the beast would have made haste to the meeting but there was only a small ways until his post was complete. Assuming many of the adolescents of their pack would pile into such a gathering he felt as though his very temporary absence would not be taken hard. Harbringr was undeniably understanding and had a large heart for those he cared for. Hannibal could always rely on his brother and knew he wouldn't be offended. But, the albino ghoul also desired to be there for the bulk of the meeting in order to assist as much as he could. Despite some of Hannibal's losses he was an experienced fighter. He had his fair share of victories in his tallies and overall knew his way around a fighting pit. That being said, he would be pleased to pass down some of his own knowledge to the yearlings.

After the final portion of border had been resented and patrolled Hannibal made his way to the meeting. It did not take long for the illustrious male to lay his eyes upon the attendees. At the helm was Harbringr with Deathbelle near. Fierce eyes feasted upon the sight of the beautiful babe before his attention rolled over the others. Hannibal took note of a few of his siblings children as well as one of his own, Recluse. He knew if he sat near the gal she'd likely snap at him, so the beast chose to take a seat near the Empress. A true warrior.. Fearing the likes of his own daughter. Nevertheless, Hannibal offered his own mightly siblings respectful nods before allowing his gaze to sweep over those before them.

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