awaiting wrath

After the warrior training Hannibal realized he needed to spend more time with the youth of the pack. He had spent most of his time tending to Belle, the inner workings of the pack, patrolling, and hunting. He felt as though it would be a positive to get closer to those who they will pass the torch to in years to come. That was why he had sought out both Recluse and Gimli in attempt to stitch something together with his own kids. Though, those optimistic thoughts were shifted as a familiar scent filled his nose. Hannibal slowed his steps and allowed pale optics to scan the surrounding area. Initially the beast didn't catch anything but then noticed the towering pillars of stone in the distance and figured Pestilence could be lingering around the shrine. Thus, lithe strides were made towards the vibrant waters.

Per usual memories flooded in as he moved closer to the shrine. It was where he and Nepthys had many conversations. A burning sensation filled his chest as he though to the mother of his children before rage flashed beneath that haunting gaze. Betrayal is what he truly felt. Though, Hannibal shook off the negativity as he took in the sight of a sulking sapling and her ferocious shout. A pale brow raised as he bounded closer, only ceasing his steps as he was about five tail length away from her. Hannibal cocked his head to the side and stared down at her with curious eyes. "So young and already full of such obvious rage." Hannibal lowered himself into a seated position, "What is it that pains you so?" Out of anyone he knew what she was feeling.

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