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As his son arrived Hannibal moved his gaze towards the small yet hefty figure. Gimli had his mother's height but a bit more weight to him. A sturdy boy with a beautiful pelt, Hannibal felt proud of him in those moments but then felt as though he didn't have the right to be. To be honest all Hannibal did was impregnate his mother and give the dam and their litter a safe home. Other then that he didn't have much of a right to claim the boy. Thus, he swallowed the thoughts and watched his son move closer.

As they came face to face the boy let forth gruff words. Accented with his mother's flourish, of course. Hannibal nodded to the boy, "Thank you for coming." Pink and blue eyes eyed the yearling for a moment. Hannibal inhaled his scent as well, as if ensuring Gimli was in good health. "I merely wanted to talk with you, Gimli. That is all." Hannibal recognized his mistake when conversing with Recluse and tried to be more calculated this time. "First and foremost, I am sorry for not being the father you deserve." A gruff voice exposed sincerity as his eyes were focused on the boy. Hannibal was talking to Gimli, not at him. He did not desire any sort of pity but to merely get his point across. "I'm aware words will not mend our relationship. That is why I called you here today." Hannibal raised a brow, "You are a yearling now and it is time to start thinking of your future in Ashen. I'd like to know what your ambitions are."