Hannibal was taking the people in as well. He'd come to the park to seek, in a way. Hunt may have been the more appropriate word. He wanted to kill. He wanted to have the satisfaction of bringing somebody to an end. The fact that there was a slight taste for revenge on his tongue didn't do anything but amplify the desire in him. He wanted to find one of the City's own and do these things to them.
Lestat hadn't yet brought him the names of those who might have put hands on River. So this would have to do until then.
He had chosen to not seek out River until he had done this thing. Because she might not approve. Because she might try to talk him out of it, and because she might have been able to. He didn't even know that she'd try, but the risk was still there. He wanted it to be done before he saw her again so that his anger could be quelled a bit, so he could see her with eyes that didn't desire death and pain.
He knew he'd never be able to hide from her what he'd done. But that didn't deter him in the least. She knew what he was. She'd accepted it, so she'd said.
There were the males playing their game, the sunbathers, and the couple. It was an interesting mix, and gave him a good number of choices.
Hannibal walked forward, taking a spot directly under the branch of the tree where the wood nymph sat. He hadn't noticed her before, his attention had been so focused on those in the field beyond. But now he sensed the presence of another. Could smell her above him. Knew that she was female. Even recognized the scent of her.