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After a long journey the pair had finally reached Ashen's borders. They spoke of Recluse's time in Winterfell and Hannibal didn't know how to feel. All to be said was that he was radiant with joy to have his daughter back healthy and safe. The alpha had a certain gratitude for Acere at that point. Despite the alignment with Tyranis the white Praetor King was someone he could respect. They didn't know one another horribly well but within the few times they had spoken there was nothing negative to be said about him.

As they crossed the borders Hannibal slowed his steps to move a tired and pale gazed towards his albino daughter. Soon the sun would rise and the albinos would need to scurry into their hidey holes. He assumed once calling upon Banshee they could determine where Recluse would sleep until she found her own den. Hannibal couldn't help but assume the sisters wouldn't mind sharing. "Welcome to Ashen." Hannibal offered a grin before lifting his head and calling upon Banshee. "Your sister shouldn't be long."

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