The wolf seemed to relax a little more, recognizing Hannibal's scent, and it nuzzled the man's hand before sniffing the air.
Valentine had made sure to eat his fill before turning, but had left one of the skinned hares they'd hunted earlier in the day in the clearing- Something to keep the wolf happy. It wasn't hungry yet though, and it scratched at the dirt around it, covering it a bit, before turning to Hannibal again.
Head cocked to the side, it was clear it wasn't sure what to make of human companionship. Though the wolf had faint memories of Valentine's father keeping it company when the man had still been just a pup. It had known human touch and human kindness, and though it was still wild, and still dangerous- when not well fed and happy- it seemed almost domesticated as it brought Hannibal part of the hare it had just buried.
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Valentine had made sure to eat his fill before turning, but had left one of the skinned hares they'd hunted earlier in the day in the clearing- Something to keep the wolf happy. It wasn't hungry yet though, and it scratched at the dirt around it, covering it a bit, before turning to Hannibal again.
Head cocked to the side, it was clear it wasn't sure what to make of human companionship. Though the wolf had faint memories of Valentine's father keeping it company when the man had still been just a pup. It had known human touch and human kindness, and though it was still wild, and still dangerous- when not well fed and happy- it seemed almost domesticated as it brought Hannibal part of the hare it had just buried.