Hannibal was busier then ever. There was the bad and the good. Circe and his children were still missing, there was tension with Dutch and some other members of Ashen, and he still felt as though Banshee and Recluse held negativity towards himself. But, on the other paw the male was anticipating building his own pack beside Deathbelles, Dutch's children were healthy, and his mind was in a semi-positive state. He was trying to balance all of the emotions and for the most part it was working. It was difficult when on one paw you had the sadness of losing more offspring but on the other you were gaining a crown. The male slithered forth from the Ravine towards the Briar. Hannibal had many plans for the territory that were soon to come but he was excited to perhaps take a look at things. In theory the male wanted to clear out enough paths, hidden passageways, clearings, and dens for the pack to inhabit. He imagined having the protection of brambles and thorny briars would be a lovely defense mechanism for both Ashen and Abyss to utilize. A pack protected and leaving within a tangled mess of thorns would be one well protected unit. But, before that could happen there was a lot of work to be done. He would need to secure a team of capable Wolves to begin clearing out the briar where the thorns were the least prominent. It would be a prickly and tedious task but in the end it could be pretty neat. As Hannibal moved through the rough terrain another thought filled his mind. He thought over the ranks and who may fill them. Banshee was becoming quite the profound medic but she wasn't experienced enough to be the main healer of his pack. Lucerita was much closer to Belle so he could only assume she'd stay in Ashen. Who else could help? Thoughts of Riva, the black and white gal from the orchard, filled his mind. A little grin slipped across his lips. He wondered what she was up to and if she needed some work. Thus, the male tossed his head into the air and called upon the femme with a gentle song. "Speech"

It had been a long time since she had been called by name, and she paused in her fathering to tilt her head back, and listen to it. She missed feeling wanted, and useful, like the skills she had worked so hard to perfect where needed. After the call died out, she realised that she recognised the voice. If it wasn’t her white knight from the Orchard! With a friendly smile, and a quick check in her pack to ensure her sunscreen was still in stock, she would trott in the direction of his howl. She was surprised to realise he was within the spiky territory of the Briar, and carefully navigated around it. She came upon the white marked man after a moment, and offered him a warm smile as she stopped. “Hannibal, it’s been a while, you look well” she commented. Indeed, he looked as though he had taken care of himself, and smelled like pack. Things must have been going well for the man. "Speech"

Not much time passed before he heard the light pad falls of the monochromatic gal. As she came forth with a chipper smile and pleasant tones the male couldn't help but to offer a smile of his own. His pale gaze slipped over her features before settling upon those beaming silver-blue eyes. Still full of knowledge and spunk. He was pleased to know he looked well. Since his time away the male hadn't felt like he was truly at his best. But, it was rather reassuring to hear it from this babe. After only a moment the male responded with his own delightful vocals. "It has been to long, Riva." He remembered their rather interesting night together. She had experimented with putting sunblock on him which resulted in a minor allergic reaction. But, in the end they were able to figure it out. Her enthusiasm and desire to help was why he had called her to the briar in the first place. "You look like you are well as well, but I can't help but to notice you no longer smell of that southern pack." A brow raised slightly as he inhaled that rogue scent. "Speech"

“It has” the small girl agreed, warmed at seeing a familiar face. She bounced a step forward, looking up at the taller wolf, as her satchel bounced against her side with the motion. She looked at him with a critical eye, searching for signs of sunburn on his pale coat. “have you been applying my sunblock regularly?’ she asked him curiously. Her inquiry was mostly for scientific reasons, but also because he had been her patient for a time. He mentioned her old pack, and she bit back a wince. She still missed Branch, and the beautiful herb garden she had started to grow within the pack borders. “Yes, that pack.. Disbanded, quite unexpectedly” she explained. “It doesn't make growing herbs easy” she griped. "Speech"