we're all bad in someone's story

With the birth of his pups the Klein had been a busy bee. Looking after the whelps while also tending to his duties and ensuring Deathbelle wasn't suffering from exhaustion was hard to juggle. Though, there were times like this when Daedra was helping out while the pups were sleeping and Hannibal could slip out for a breath of fresh air. He felt the desire to be with his children at all times but also did not want to suffocate them with his love. Hannibal was aware that being this was his chance to be a proper father but he also knew that over doing it would not make up for the past. He owed it to Deathbelle to be there but it wouldn't do anyone any good for him to tire himself out to the point of uselessness. Thus, every now and again he'd take a moment for himself. Thats why the beast found himself at the brink of the glowing pond.

Pink pads kissed the dew covered earth as the moon shined high in the heavens. Hannibal sat comfortably at the edge of the Shrine with eyes pointed downward into the waters. Despite the curious coloration of the water he could see his reflection between light ripples. The breeze would carry the top of the water ever so slightly causing it to move. Hannibal eyed his features and his tattered ear with curiosity. Rarely did the male take a look at his own reflection. He seemed to put on weight since coming back to Ashen. Muscle and fat. In no way was he heavy but he looked healthy. Though his eyes were notably tired due to the lack of sleep as of late. But, he would have it no other way.