It was an odd feeling Hannibal had. Unfamiliar to say the least. After the chance encounter of netting Spiderfor the first time the little arachnid would not leave his mind in this weirdest moments. No he was not lovestruck nor was he prancing around like a gleeful pup. The thoughts seemed to just come and go when his mind had no other stimulation. Thus In those moments sitting upon the moon touched cliff staring up at the painted skies a little smile slipped across his pale lips. The cliff seemed to glisten within the light and thus making his alabaster fur even brighter then normal. Suddenly the beast tossed his head into the air and let forth a beautiful howl, beckoning his new friend Spider. He figured they should meet again and what better moment then under such a great display in the sky. speech action

It was a call he had been waiting for almost as soon as they parted. With little regard for anyone that might have seen him or been curious about such a direct call to such a meek wolf Spider tore through Abaven to join the juxtaposed male. The sky above enchanted him but was secondary to the thrill he felt at seeing Hannibal again. He had become, on no unsure terms, obsessed with him, and had fallen head over heels in love with him. He danced around the man in a prancing circle then ducked his head to kiss the underside of his chin. His scent was already familiar to the spotted male and the heady rush of the recognition was like a fine wine that intoxicated him. “Hannibal.” He breathed then moved his head to brush against his throat, assuming the male, as unknown to each other as they were would allow such an intimate show of affection. Spider Toad

A little bit of excitement bubbled within the albino's chest as he laid awaiting upon the cliff with a tiny smile upon his pink lips. Eyes were set upon the lights in the sky, painted waves of muted pastels weaving together. It was a display only thought to occur in the north but perhaps the supposed Gods were enchanting their night. Hannibal silently admired the sky as he did with anything that caught his eye. Despite his darker agenda the man enjoyed beautiful things. Wolfs, landscape, flowers, and more. The aesthetic of things really spoke to the male. Soon the loud pad falls of his lover filled his ears and that bubbling excitement grew. His chest boiled as the familiar scent moved into his moist nostrils. Happily Hannibal's tail tip flicked ever so slightly before he was graced with the sight of the greyscale Wolf. Spider did a circle before closing the distance between them with confidence Hannibal had only seen slivers of before. The phantom's smile greatened as they exchanged such a lovely greeting. The albino leaned forward to lick along the spider's muzzle before gaining eye contact. "I have missed you, my flower." His breath was frosty but his voice was gentle. "I am glad you came." The beast then flicked his nose towards the sky, "I wished to show you this." He assumed Spider would enjoy the heavenly display just as much as he did. speech action

His heart tittered at Hannibal’s gentle touch and kind words. He doubted anyone had ever been as kind to him as Hannibal was and he flourished beautifully in the other man’s presence. “Like a flower.” He thought, unaware that the gentle voice in his mind was his own and not his brothers. Reluctantly he turned his eyes away from Hannibal’s and looked into the sky, taking in the brilliant show above them. “It’s so beautiful.” He marveled, leaning backward just enough to press his body against his lovers. He thought of Hannibal carrying him off into those lights and whisking him away from all the pain he had endured in his life, but his place with Shaye kept him grounded in Abaven. His thoughts touched on Shaye and guilt washed over him like a cold wave. What would Shaye think of this? What would she think of him seeing someone from another pack? Someone of his own gender no less. Most of the wolves in Boreas were more tolerant than the wolves of his homeland, but it varied between individuals. Lately she had distanced herself from him, she had distanced herself from everyone but Rhyme it seemed and the small male knew exactly what that meant. The mating of cousins had never been an issue in his birthland, nor brothers and sisters, or grandfathers and granddaughters for that matter. What mattered was procreation and no taboo existed to hinder that. Sodomy on the other hand was strictly for pleasure, and pleasure while mating was sinful. For most of his life Spider had believed in that doctrine and it wasn’t until he met the black god in the southern continent that he felt liberated from the oppressive dogma of his parents. He closed his eyes and sighed. He was thinking too much, he simply wanted to be with Hannibal and be with his lover peacefully rather than let his mind be carried away by things he was powerless to change. "Talk" You   Toad