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His tail wagged softly at Dixie's words. It was good that he'd chosen to come along then. He might not be much for company, but he'd do what he could. He moved around so that he could see where they were going, watching the horses be directed forwards. The sensation was so familiar, a chill running down his body. It was alright. He wasn't injured, trying to recover from the latest wounds. It was perfectly safe to be where he was. The wagon rolled quickly, heading them towards where they would get the supplies for the coop.
It wasn't much of an idea, just a basic outline in his mind of how it would be built. It didn't need to be very large, but perhaps a miniature house for them to live in. Her words startled him out of those thoughts, glancing around. He reached for the basket, thinking that Dixie wanted it before the rest of what she said sank in. Opening it up Hadley took a single piece out before pushing it away again. He could wait, help get a better meal later when it was needed. He didn't need to eat much. Thoughtfully Hadley chewed on the meat, letting everything wash by. Silently he straightened up, deciding to attempt to be good company. Lots of building to do.