Hannibal was having an uneventful day. The beast lazed around his den, laying at the bank of the cold river with a neutral expression. His head rested on two front paws and his tail curled up against his hinds for warmth. It was late afternoon and the sun was finally setting. The temperature would drop slowly but he did not mind. As long as he didn't have to deal with snow the behemoth was fine with some chilly weather. He was alone for once.. Thys seemed to have her own agenda which may be a walk to stretch her legs and Eulogy was likely resting in her den. Hannibal could only assume she on his nocturnal sleep schedule since he has her delivering meals when he wakes up. He did not have much for the servant to do but once the pups were born he would have plenty of tasks for the girl. Fetching meals, helping Thys with the pups, and more. The phantom silently stared at the water with eyes flicking over the moving rapids. With each breath little puffs of frost could be seen shoot from his two-toned nose. Every now and again the sounds of prey or a twig snapping would cause the heathen to look around but for the most part he was rather relaxed. In the back of his mind the male missed the commotion of his pregnant companion or even the silence of his servant. Sometimes he would just call Eulogy to sit with him as he thought things over. The stress of the High Lords demand was itching at him. To find him a personal healer.. A steep task. Hannibal had been roaming the south and even the east in search for rogues with medical knowledge. But, it was not something that would come easily. Thus, he would preserve his energy until the pups were born in order to focus on his family. speech action

Leera's stomach was swollen with kids, even more so than her three previous pregnancies. She guessed there were going to be more pups than her usual births of just two; she guessed, with her size, there were at least three of them, maybe even four. Tyranis would be glad to learn this, but then again she hadn't spoken with the impatient bastard since their last mating. She'd risen from her den of thistle with a boredom. Her paws ached with the new weight she'd gained and she decided to take a silent patrol through the pack's forest. She'd been slipping through the thick tangle of trees for at least an hour before she came upon the ice-cold river, near which she spotted the familiar patchwork coat of Hannibal. Leera watched him for just a moment before deciding to approach, slipping down to the water's edge with a quiet grace she'd always kept. She did nothing to conceal her approach but rather settled near him wordlessly, lying down a few paces from him with her pink eye fixed on the river that moved before them both. "Have you been a father before?" she asked brazenly, still watching the water. She knew Hannibal was the father of Nephthys' unborn litter -- the two women were like sisters and they'd spoken just days before. speech action

Hannibal rested with his head idly upon the tops of large front paws. His eyes flicked around the river as he observed the ice cold water flow. There were various points in which the water was shallow enough to cross. He had even made a little make shift land bridge with some larger rocks when it was a bit warmer. Hannibal's thoughts were muddled as the sounds of paws falls filled his ears. Due to being in the constraints of his pack's territory he had no concern. Mis-matched eyes moved towards the sound of the Wolf approaching and he raised a brow as Leera settled in a few tail lengths away from his location. His gaze moved to her plump belly and it seemed as though this cream colored babe was a bit behind Thys in pregnancy. But, the two companions would be raising their pups together. Despite Thys and Hanni's toxic nature he was glad the exotic woman had a friend in the pack. Perhaps she would be more likely to stay if Leera did as well. Her question was bold and brazen. It caused the man to perk up ever so slightly but it did not take long for him to respond. A simple, "No," crawled from chilled lips as his gaze settled on her resting form. "This will be my first litter." Back home he was expected to have many litters but only with one woman who happened to be his cousin. Hannibal had no qualms with impregnating the babe but with the constant wars and chaos there was no time in the day to raise offspring. Thus, upon his unfortunate arrive in Boreas Thys had been the first female he had bed with and it seemed his seed was strong enough to lay claim to her womb upon first try. "It will be an exhilarating experience." The male then raised a brow as his nose flicked towards her belly. "Are you excited to birth the High Lord's pups?" A prestigious task to be the dam to bring forth royalty. He assumed a Wolfess like Leera sought out the opportunity to do so for power and riches. speech action

He answers easily enough, a simple no falling from his teeth, and Leera nods. She's always liked Hannibal, but in a different way than others -- his presence is tolerable enough and he doesn't try to be anything he's not. But of course, the nature of his and Nephthys' relationship is still something Leera hasn't fully gotten to understand. She did find it odd how her friend had been rather hushed about it, but that's their business. "Congratulations. I'm sure the children will bring you and Erövrare honor," she says, free of malice, tail flicking gently. It's true that she's anticipating Nephthy's birth, almost as much as her own. Leera smiles minutely at the mention of her own pregnancy, although she's becoming increasingly aware of the whispers of gossip that are floating through the pack. Even Tyranis' own kid sister had found it odd that he hadn't told her about the litter, but Leera does not put any value to gossip. The commoners could whisper as much as they please, she doesn't care. She'd taken the king's blood and by that alone she's ascended herself, even if this is only the start. "I am," she answers. "Children are the world's only true blessing, Hannibal. They make us what we cannot be on our own. I trust you'll find this out soon enough." If there is one redeeming quality about Leera, it's that she loves her children and she'll kill for them. An ear tilts to Hannibal as she decides to bring up the bronzed goddess. She's curious to see what the mismatched sire will say about her. "I also trust Nephthys will be a fine mother. How is she?" Pink eyes study him. speech action

The mix of illustrious vocals and frosty breath filled the air. The gentle sound of flowing water graced the two devilish heathens as they conversed. Upon first meeting Leera he was obviously attracted to her but at this point Hannibal saw her to be more of an acquaintance. She was a pack mate and held the King's offspring. Leera was more powerful then them all and she knew it. With one whisper the Tyranis would have Hannibal's head if she wished to do so. Offspring were the key to power and it seemed bother Tyr and Hanni knew this. Though, they both already had power within Erovrare. That was a simple task. As her congratulations tickled his hears the beast offered a gruff nod, "I expect nothing less from my spawn." Each one of their young will be whipped into shape from day one. He had a soft spot in his heart and would nurture his children but also work them into intelligent and powerful beings. Her response to his initial question was expected. He nodded once more before hearing out the rest of her venom. With her final vocals she brought up Nephthys, the mother of his delightful offspring. A little grin swept across his pink lips as he thought over the serpentine. "Thys seems to be fine as of late. Swollen and tired of being pregnant but.. fine." Hannibal spoke the truth.. Being so late in her pregnancy she was ready to deliver and quite tired of being so swollen and plump. "She seems to have taken to Erovrare, thankfully. Perhaps this is due to having a friend like you here." The male tilted her head as he eyed the dame over for a moment. "Do you see a future here, Leera?" speech action