awaiting wrath

Sharp eyes took in the cowering form of his Alpha's daughter. Hannibal was very aware that he was rather harsh but did not care in the slightest. He would not allow the royal spawn of Deahtbelle and Archon slither around with foul mouthes and ill manners. Despite his half-sibling taking the Empire for herself he was still a Prince of Klein and cared deeply for the portrayal and longevity of his prestigious bloodline. But, as Pestilence offered tear riddled apologies and an explanation for her ignorance Hannibal offered a small nod. He understood how she felt after all and was but a mere pup.

Despite his previous hesitations for prying answers from the young gal she was clearly distraught and felt that he could perhaps offer advice if nothing else. Thus, Hannibal would lift more deep vocals into the air. This time with much less venom and more of a serious air to them. "What have you done?" Hannibal has committed countless horrors in his time and would keep his mind open for what his niece would have to say.