Hannibal moved along the lands with quiet steps and peering eyes. One tatter ear lay flat and the other was on alert. The moon was high in the sky and painted the Alpha with a wash of light blue. In the day his pink skin gave the male a very warm white appearance. But, in the evening his fur took in the cool tones of the moon. His one blue eye seemed to glisten with anticipation as he moved through the wilds. After his discussion with Belle and taking care of a few of his many duties Hannibal deemed it time to call upon Circe. As of now the babe should be showing some signs, even if they are small, of pregnancy. Some femmes don't show signs for a long while but he hoped Circe was not one of them. Hannibal was rather confident in the strength of his seed and if their Fallen God had blessed them so.. there are no doubts Circe would be expecting. The phantom made his way into the sunken river with long strides. He was looking much better with the help of the pack and mostly Luc. Scabs were healing and his body was thick with muscle and fat. The albino was lean but looked healthy once again. Hannibal had bounced back physically but his mind was still riddled with negativity. Hopefully one day he would return to his former self. Or was this mental development going to change him all together? The male shook the deep thoughts from his mind and found a nice spot beneath a tangle of roots to seat himself. He raised his head and let forth a summoning song for the potential mother of his spawn. ""

Ah, the stud returned. A ghost of a smile pulled up the corners of Circe's lips. No doubt he was here to see if their coupling had taken. They were off to a good start; had he been indifferent to his potential children she would have had her work cut out for her, but if he cared enough to check up on her... She could use that. Still smiling softly Circe rounded the corner that separated them and called out playfully, "Ah, Hannibal. Come to see how things are progressing or to try again?" There was no need for a repeat, it was clear they had been successful, but she wanted to plant the seed of her willingness in his mind should his groin be a way to his heart. And she would have his heart if given the chance. "Circe" "Gwydion"

Children unlocked something in the albino's cold heart that nothing else could. A softness and sincerity that was so pure not even he could taint it. Thus, of course he was curious of Circe's progression and well being. Even if it was only a litter made from duty and alliance they were still his precious royal spawn. Klein's were known for fertility and strong seed. Reproducing fine nobles to fill the Empire's ranks was important. The strong males would have to partner up with intelligent and beautiful females with good genes to produce perfection to take over when they would inevitably grow old. Some may be opposed to reproducing so willy nilly but so far he had chosen well. Nephthys was an Ithuriel Queen and strong as any Viper. Circe was intelligent and witty with a beautiful and dutiful body. Dutch was funny and from strong Norse roots. As his eyes fell upon the pregnant babe a grin could be seen slipping across his greedy lips. Eyes flicked from her own gaze to the rounding belly. His tail flicked with joy as her scent seemed to give it away instantly. Hannibal's seed worked, again. Circe shared the same scent as Belle and Neph did during pregnancy. Her strong feminine vocals filled his ears and that grin quickly shifted into a cheeky smirk. "Why not both?" A heat filled his veins as the male stood to greet his baby momma. Hannibal attempted to press his muzzle into her alabaster neck fur and press against her in an embrace. They were not romantic initially but a gentle hug wouldn't hurt either of them. "How are you feeling?" ""

First his expression then his words flirted with confirming Circe’s suspicions but it was his willingness to share in a small, intimate gesture that made up her mind. She’d chosen well. His willingness to share in these things was perfect.

She moved eagerly into his embrace, her long neck snaking down so she could rest her chin against the back of his neck. After a beat she took a small step back from him, her teeth aiming to leave an inviting kiss on his intact ear as she did so. From there the ball was in his court. Circe had laid the groundwork but it was up to him to set the tone of their relationship.

“I’m well,” she answered truthfully before admitting with a soft sigh what was in actuality a lie meant to draw him in, “There is more...discomfort than I anticipated.” After a beat she smiled gently and assured him, “But this is my first and I am perhaps a bit paranoid. I’ve been told it is normal and things are progressing nicely.”

Hannibal wasn't eager to settle down with any of the femme's he was around. Circe was a bed made of duty and lust, Deathbelle was pregnant with Archon's spawn, and Dutch seemed to be a free spirit and he would have to get to know her better if they ever even met again. The idea of growing old with a femme made his heart flutter due to his Wolfish instincts to mate for life. But, his situation made such rather difficult. Despite everything the male had his priorities set on being a great Father and a proper Alpha. Those two things were all that mattered despite the well being of the pack and his family. The white and black Abraxas embraced him with ease. Hannibal held no hesitation in accepting her touches and kisses. A gentle exhale could be heard in response. As they gently broke away her breathy tones filled his eager ears. His tattered ear flicked as the other pressed back in a slight concerned expression. A low and short whine could be heard from his throat before the male moved to brushed his nose against her belly. "I am glad you are healthy.." Hannibal aimed to be positive and to support the larger babe. "Have you made yourself at home in Ashen? We should find you a good den for the birth that is close to my own." A firm nod could be seen. Hannibal tried not to be too aggressive in his will to help but also enjoyed offering as much as he could. As a male he could not identify with the discomfort but as an Alpha he could make her experience one of slight comfort.. Though, he did have a slightly more curious thought as his head perked up to look her in the eyes, "Have you thought of names?" ""