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He’s become more accustomed to dogs of late -- Will’s pack in wolf trap having grown on him in the months he’s spent coming by to watch them while Will is away on FBI business -- but if Hannibal had to choose between cats or dogs, he’d certainly acknowledge that cats were more suitable to his lifestyle. ( He sees the thing outside his home, notices it from the sliding door leading to the dining room. He’s on his way to the kitchen to finish a dish, and stops to look at the creature on the other side of the glass. )
hm.
Hannibal disappears into the kitchen and returns to the glass with a sliver of raw meat in his hand. ( perhaps it’s will’s influence. picking up strays, now. ) He slides the door open, the snow outside a severe contrast from the warmth of his home, and holds the strip of meat out.
“ Where did you come from, hm ... ? It’s cold out there. “











