It's okay if you don't like me; not everyone has good taste

It was a rarity for the male to see time outside of the pack lands but he felt like it was time for some fresh air. Daedra was more then capable of wrangling the pups when Belle needed some time. They also had a number of aunts and uncles to give them nips in the right direction. They really would need quite a few nips in their time. But, Hannibal was prepared for the impending reprimanding and groundings that would need to happen. Chi was overly aggressive with his teeth which could be a result of his lack of sight. Incubus was a trouble maker and Siren was the one who got the bad side of all of their pent up aggression.

Thoughts were interrupted as a foreign scent filled his nose. The lean male raised his head as pale eyes scanned the region. Feminine and unknown. She held no stench of an opposing pack. Hannibal moved to follow the smell through the briar. He grimaced at the thought of the region. He planned once to obtain these lands to build a pack but with unfortunate events that did not happen. Hannibal shook the thoughts from his mind as the sight of another filled his vision.

Hannibal moved through the brambles with ease. He was a tad rusty but he had taught himself how to traverse the briar long ago. The male moved into a clearing, careful to not step on any loose thorns, and raised his head to the fae. "You picked a dreadful path to take." A pause. "These thorns can swallow a Wolf whole." Thinking of what happened to his daughter caused the male to feel a pang of pain. But, he did not show such outwardly. Dominance played at his features but no real emotion was exposed. "No pack stench that I know of clings to your fur... Who are you?"