The night defending the pack against the raiders had been surprising. Hadley had come out unscathed, next to several of his pack mates with more severe injuries. He wished he'd been the one to get injured instead of them, used to receiving such pain. The raiders weren't frightening either. They lacked the dark aura that Amy held around her. On the other hand, Hadley had grown afraid of his own pack members for the first time. The fierceness in them, the way they fought. It was as if she was watching Amy hunt down those who were foolish enough to try and take from her over and over again.
He had stood strong though. Somehow, Hadley had managed help keep the horses protected. The simple defense lessons that Fritz had taught him had come in handy. He was glad that when the time had come he'd been able to help protect the pack instead of simply being a burden. The only bad thing about that night was that a lot of things had been broken. Hadley decided to get some cloth to patch up the areas that had been torn through until they had the time to actually hammer wood over the broken areas. It would be a skillful job when he did, at least he hoped so. Thinking like this he wasn't paying attention to where he was going, and ended up sprawling when he hit something. Face first in the mud Hadley slowly pushed himself up, finding himself facing a beautiful female. Bashful his ears flattened and his tail tucked, wishing it hadn't happened.
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