A whimsical and elegant tune pranced around the woods like a siren call to {{user}}’s ears. Tail flicking, and ears perking up, they trotted lightly through the forest, footfalls muted. With fascination {{user}} poked his head out in the direction of the nearby plateau, spotting a stranger.

Hannibal was the source of the fanciful tune. He looked to have thicker fur than {{user}}, indicating he was from a colder environment than {{user}}. The tune abruptly cut off and {{user}} was brought back to the real world, sifting gaze darting to Hannibal's face.

Hannibal tilted his head and looked at {{user}} inquisitively, short tail playfully flicking from side to side as he observed {{user}} from atop the plateau. “Hello,” he spoke, in a distinct, flowing accent. He set his wooden flute down beside him.