Hannibal hadn't allowed his true colors to seep through his gentleman-like shell. Deep down the beast wasn't a creature of horrors. One day the male was born a pure pup with no evil in his heart. Though, as he grew up his Father drilled harsh ideologies in his mind. They were not of violence but the cruel truth of gaining power. Expressing dominance, a cold heart, and minimal trust. Hannibal was to find a select few of whom he truly trusted and they would be his only companions. So far he has found Nephthys who is slowly proving to be a worthy dame and her companion Leera. Though, Leera was far too close to Tyranis for Hannibal's liking. - Nevertheless it was all diplomacy and it explained why Hannibal had reacted to the allergy attack in a bit of a negative way. This stranger could have poisoned him and his defenses went up naturally. The pale male stared at Rive as she spoke before offering a tiny nod. "I care not where you sleep, love." His breaths were still shaky but his normal silver tongue was back in play. Hannibal lowered his head down to the earth with a huff as if attempting to ignore the burning itch on his leg. "Let us get some rest before we go silly in the mind." A light hearted chuckle could be heard as he offered the obsidian gal a handsome smile. His tail curled up around his hind legs as his eyes began to shut and he easily drifted off into a hazy slumber. -exit hannibal via sleep- "Speech"

Riva was more than a little surprised when he sunk to the earth then and there. He clearly had no intentions of finding somewhere else to bed for the night, and told her he cared not where she slept. His breathing was a little shaky, but he seemed a little more calm now, and was even able to laugh. She put her antihistamine within easy reach, in case she needed it within the night. After that, she sunk down to the earth as well. She kept a respectable distance between them, and curled up her tiny frame into a small ball. She tucked her tail over her nose, and once she as small and tightly curled as possible, she closed her eyes. She was far from comfortable, sleeping out in the open was unfamiliar for the young girl, especially doing so in winter. She was cold to boot, and she hated the cold. The best part of bedding down for the night was getting out of the weather. But she owed it to Hannibal to stick nearby, and she was a woman of her word. She would sleep uneasily, and wake quickly if she heard Hannibal having any troubles in the night. Her dreams where a product of her uncomfortable sleep, and unhappy memories of childhood. "Speech"