((Being vauge as possible due to altar outcome being unknown right now))

Ichor felt more at home here than he had any of the other places he'd seen in Auster so far. Maybe it was the way he seemed to get turned around here, or the whispering of wind that sounded so much like voices echoing around him... The little specter slid through the dark underbrush, forked tongue flicking over serrated fangs, he was just exploring, with no real plan on his mind. It was easy enough for Ichor to slide under the roots and bushes around him, opening up a path others might not otherwise get to wander, his tiny form sometimes actually a good thing. Maybe he wouldn't get lost-

Yeah right. There came a point in the boy's walking where he realized he'd passed this particular tree like three times already... So he was no luckier than anyone else is seemed. He sat himself down on his haunches, listening to the movements of small animals in the leaf cover, and idly wondered if he ought to try and get some help. At least it was warmer here than some of the surrounding lands, he had no understanding that Auster didn't usually get snow but he'd been confused to discover it was winter here... Well except of course in the weird autumn pockets, which this forest was in.

"Ichor talks like this"

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Hannibal continuously drifted in the fields of somnium. There was peace and tranquility comforting him. It was delightful. Until he felt that pull. The pull of something beckoning him out of his rest and into another realm. It shocked the man at first but he felt nothing but the desire to comply. When one is subject to nothingness for eternity they would leap at the chance for something. Thus, he followed the pull, finding himself melding his consciousness in that of something that was most definitely not his physical body... As the world came into the view Hannibal already knew something was off. This was much different then his former body. No, he wasn't even a Wolf. The male took a few careful steps and craned his neck every which way to get a glimpse of himself. Was he a... Rat? A slim pink tail shot out from his plump rump and his fur was pure white. He had no clue what to make of such a situation. Hannibal had been pulled from his rest to roam the realm of the living as a rodent. After a few moments of figuring out his new body Hannibal knew he wasn't alone. That tiny nose twitched in response to a scent filling his nose. Instinctually his little rodent cowered at the smell of a Wolf. But, he was not frightened in the least. He was a Wolf. Or was he? The confusion returned but he tucked it back away as tiny pink paws carried on towards the source of the slightly familiar smell. A rather small male Wolf sat in the distance. Hannibal figured immediately that this Wolf had to be of his blood. The piebald coat was a clue but those markings were very similar to Recluse's, his own daughter. Thus, Hannibal decided he wished to meet whatever Klein resembling creature this was. - He skittered closer but decided it would be much more entertaining to give the yearling a spook, or try too. So the grandfather decided to remain in the brush, tucking himself below a large leaf to conceal his white fur, and he began to speak. "Is the little Klein afraid of the haunted forest?" A little smirk slipped across his Rat lips as he watched with anticipation. speech action

There were definitely things moving around in the underbrush but Ichor wasn't concerned about adding to his collection right now, he'd need to find something to replace Frank eventually but he wasn't really driven to do so right now, more so he cared about making sure he got out alive. Or at the very least find a way to tell Viscera to tell the world he'd said goodbye. A dark joke and probably one his mother would not have appreciated considering one of his older siblings had passed still pretty recently. But hey, Ichor was still young enough that death felt too far away to really hurt him, he wasn't as impulsive as Ghoul or Mac but he was just as eager to jump into dumb ideas, just after thinking it through and deciding the fun sounded like worth the potential risk, so while his mind was on getting out right now it wasn't any more important to him than if something interesting came alone...

And something did. A voice rose up from a nearby bush and Ichor swung his head towards it, mismatched gaze peering at the shrubbery before a grin split his face. "Not really." He said cheerily, assuming he was being visited by a ghost, which was by technicality true, he'd heard rumors of ghosts becoming populous again. He'd been born during the long winter when ghosts had openly roamed the continents so he wasn't really all that worried. His life had started in a much less friendly season and he wasn't really unnerved by the current happenings. "Are you a Klein too?" He asked, aware that his family was sprawling, but having met few enough of his cousins.

"Ichor talks like this"

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Hannibal, the Rat, lingered beneath the leaves for some time. He anticipated the yearling's response but was shocked to hear a cheery voice. His lame attempt at spooking the small Klein was a failure. But it honestly didn't bother him too much. Perhaps his old man schemes were lost on the newer generation. "Are you a Klein too?" Little Rat feet carried his tiny form from under the brush and towards his grandson. He stopped a few feet in front of the boy and looked up at him with blood red eyes. "Is that not obvious?" A joke met with a small squeak of a chuckle. The squeak did catch Hannibal by surprise and he felt a little weird about it. But, he chose to act like it never happened. The man skittered around Ichor, doing a complete circle around the boy, before returning to his previous spot. Eyes took in his speckled pelt those brilliant mismatch eyes. "My name is Hannibal Klein." His nose twitched involuntarily. "Who are you ?" speech action

Ichor hadn't really taken the time to imagine who could be hiding in the bush, he didn't know many wolves who were his height but surely he couldn't be the only one in his family who'd never gotten all that tall. Sure maybe they hadn't been smushed by their much larger twin brother in the womb but... Well, it was safe to say he hadn't expected to see a rat step out from under the brush. His eyes grew wide for a moment and weirdly enough the usually chatty wolf found words failing him. Then he laughed. He watched the rat circle around him before stopping in front of him. "Mom always did say you were a rat." A little gauche maybe, but all things considered Ichor wasn't sure exactly what he was looking at. Was this just a rat who'd learned his grandfather's name or was this something else? He's heard rumors of ghosts but not of any rats claiming to be dead wolves.

"I'm Ichor Klein." He said simply enough, lowering himself down to peer curiously at the rodent who claimed his grandfather's name. He'd never met the man, and had no concept of what to even expect beyond there being a reason his mother talked so infrequently about her own parents but when she did had nothing nice to say. This was much more interesting than that though. He silently wondered if he was about to be avenged for all the rats he'd killed and kept the corpses of over his life, all the Franks...

"Ichor talks like this"

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Hannibal watched the boy's reaction as he skittered closer. Surprise was evident with wide eyes but then a small lash was delivered. "Mom always did say you were a rat." With a small wrinkle of his nose Hannibal immediately responded, "I assume your mother is one of my darling daughters then..." A knowing gaze swept over the small yearling's frame. "I'd guess Recluse, she always detested me. " Perhaps he was of Siren or Banshee's descent but those markings were just too similar to Recluse. His voice was fairly matter of fact. There was nothing he could do to change anyone's opinions at this point and he was far more interested in getting to know this potential grandson. Ichor Klein. The rat-man allowed the name to settle in his mind. "Good name." His eyes then looked over the boy a bit more, "Tell me of yourself, little Ichor." A pause as the Rat continued to access his kin. "What are your ambitions?" speech action