will you see my demise?

Siren reminded Hannibal so much of his older daughter Recluse. She had been a more timid pup while Banshee was a spitfire. Now the two of them were adults and had fierce personalities that were hardly matched. But, it was nice for the male to think back to Recluse when she was a youngling just like Siren. He was stationary as the pup coward beneath his legs. Hannibal wanted her to get use to the outdoors and hoped that some time beneath a moonlight beach would help. He would not let anything happen to the babe, he hoped she believed that.

The male lowered himself into a seated position and let his tail swish against the sand. Hannibal watched the girl as she spoke of her scary dreams. He did not let a frown taint his lips. Giving into her fears would only make them worse. He had to prove that they were not reality. "If anything scary happens in your dream try your hardest to think of what makes you happy, Siren." Hannibal leaned down to lick the top of his daughter's head very gently, "Nightmares are only as real as you make them little one. Tell the monsters in your dreams to go away and they just might. Your mind is stronger then you think." He then nudged her softly, "Your eyes will acclimate to the light with time. Daedra can fetch herbs for the pain."

Hannibal then moved the sand gently with his front paws. He aimed to distract his daughter by making something of the sand. With a paw he gently carved out that of a very simple flower shape. The round middle bit and a few makeshift petals. Hannibal was no artist. He laughed softly, "Look, a flower. Do you want to try, love?"