The young boy was coming out of his shell, he knew he needed to step up and be more than he had been so far. He tried to push past the vision of his mother, through it hurt him to let her go. There came a time when a man must grow, and he knew that that time was now. Determined to learn a few life skills, and meet the wolves that shared this pack with him, the reclusive man would make his way to the borders of the pack, a path he had taken often as he tested his skills a hunter. Today, he would try a different tactic, he would take on a larger prey, and see who wished to join him in the hunt. It would be a good chance to work along side another member of the pack, a step in intergrating himself properly within the wolves of Erovrare. He came to a stop by the border, and lifted his head, calling out to find a wolf who wished to take on a stronger prey in teamwork. When he finished the call, clearing his throat, and finding it a touch sore after such a booming noise, from the so often silent man.

Hunting had been a fond past time for Hannibal. He did it when he wished to settle his mind and think of only the goal set before him, which was catching the prey. Lately he did more solo hunting due to his solitary standing in the pack and a busy life. As taskmaster he was more captivated with catching Wolves then other species under Tyranis' orders. Nevertheless, as the call of Erovrare's heir filled his mismatch ears Hannibal almost instantly to answer the summons. Excitement filled his core as he made his way to the pack's borders. Not only has he not truly conversed with Rai but it was the chance to get to know a new pack member. Tyranis and his cold shoulder was really getting old therefore the male desperately wished for new company. As Hannibal arrived his head was held high but the rest of his body relaxed. There was no need for his commanding dominance especially in the eyes of a higher ranked Wolf. With a simple nod the beast stopped his steps at about seven tail lengths away. "Greetings." A simple formality before getting down to business. "Have you caught any scents?" He knew Rais was a boy of little words and he would respect that. There would be no flowery flourish nor riddles, just a straight forward question. "Speech"

His call was answered swiftly by a white devil whos scents he had often caught along the pack lands. He knew this man to be an active member of the pack, and to hold a decent rank within his father's borders. His name was Hannibal, if he was not mistaken. He inclined his head slightly in lieu of words, as the man passed on a greeting. He was glad when he brought things straight to business. “One” Rai informed him, as Hannibal asked after a scent. The younger male moving a step backwards, and indicated a spot of tuft that hung on a tree branch, carrying with it a world of scents. He nodded further into the woods, where the trail lead, offered his companion a partial smile, and moved off in the direction of the trail. He would adjust his pace to suit that of the wolf with him, and trusted that Hannibal could follow a trail, as well, if not better, then the youth. As the scent grew fresher, and they could hear the sounds of shuffling in the woods, the boy would slow. He nodded to the side for Hannibal to flank to the left if Rai flanked to the right.

They were very straight forward and to the point. Hannibal enjoyed drama and theatrics but in those moments he was quite aware that none were needed. As a response came from his comrade the albino merely nodded. It was a firm gesture of approval as his eyes darted to the tuft Rai was referring to. Hannibal moved in to take a long sniff and his senses were enveloped with that of a Deer. Instinctively his belly rolled with hunger before pointed eyes moved to the earth. With the thick forest it was hard to pinpoint many tracks but he was able to make out a few slender and pointed hoof prints in the muck. They followed the tracks and the thickening scent with ease for a Deer should be easy prey for two Wolves in their prime. As they neared their prey a gentle rustle could be heard. Hannibal spared a quick glance towards Rai and it was easily unsaid which sides they would take. Hannibal to the left and Rai to the right. With that knowledge the pale beast carefully slithered through the thicket towards the left of the Deer and finally locked his eyes upon its beautiful tan bodice. His belly did some more flips but his mind was much more focused on the task at had. As he was locked into position the Taskmaster flashed a look to Rai one last time. Suddenly the older Wolf set forth into a dash. The Deer was quickly alerted but before it could pivot and run Hannibal leapt upward towards it left hind leg. Jaws snapped at the right hind elbow of it's leg and paws moved to dig into the earth to stop the creature from running. His teeth sunk into the thin flesh and met bone with ease. Hannibal's head thrashed and hopefully with the help of Rai the Doe would soon fall to its demise. "Speech"