will you see my demise?

Hannibal witnessed the drowsiness of his darling daughter. It was evident she was dealing with something as those lashes fluttered. But, she didn't speak of any ailments. Perhaps the male would have to pry. He offered a gentle smile as she waddled to him and asked to be carried. How could Hannibal deny the Princess? The male let forth a soft laugh, "Soon you will have to use those paws of yours, little one." Nevertheless the beast leaned down to grab his daughter by the scruff, careful to not press his teeth into her delicate pink skin.

The Father carried his pup out of the den with the moon gently rising in the sky. He would only bring the little albino twin out of the den at night. Her skin was highly sensitive to the sun just as his and he didn't want her skin to be riddled with scars from old burns like his. As they exited the den he moved to saunter towards the beach. Perhaps his daughter would enjoy a walk near the water with the moon gleaming against the water. Hannibal set her down in the soft sand as they arrived. "Did you have a nice nap, Siren? Did you have any fun dreams?"