Glistening Sands

Black and white paws melded with the obsidian sand as the beast sauntered onward. It wasn't clear what brought the new father out in that afternoon but he did enjoy the feeling of the ocean breeze through his alabaster pelt. A yawn left his stretching jaws and ended with a gentle shake of his head. Hannibal was primarily nocturnal due to his sensitivity to sunlight. The late afternoon became morning to him. It had been some time he ventured out of the den before then. Usually only for emergencies or to fetch something for the pups in they were needy.

The winter air brought forth a stranger's scent. The smell caused Hannibal to raise his head slightly. Pale eyes scanned the region before pinpointing the source. An earthy toned male in the distance. No pack scent clung to the stranger's fur, not one that he knew of at least. Hannibal had been bumping into a lot of rogues lately. Maybe they were coming out due to the seemingly now dormant volcano. The Klein wouldn't have wanted to visit Boreas with a freshly exploded volcano looming over if he were a loner.

Hannibal had half the mind to ignore the boy. But, his paws seemed to carry his hefty form towards him with little care. As the distance closed a bit he stopped at a polite distance away. Formerly neutral, Hannibal raised his head and eyed the stranger carefully. The male was confident but rarely cocky in these situations. He was aware he had an entire two packs that would come to his aid if anything foolish happened. But, he did not want that to need to happen. "You smell like fresh meat." Hannibal was statue-esque other then his moving jaws, "What brings a rogue so close to packlands?" The islands he called home were just across the water.

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