He wasn't too sure what he was doing here. Hadley had meet some of the members of the trade pack at the ball, but he wasn't exactly the most out going individual. They were allied though, so he should offer them something. Even if it was just a small offering. His carving tools were laid in a small leather sack that he carried, wondering if they would accept his help. Hadley could do carvings, and build basic items. His workmanship was crude though, and they probably had others in the pack who could do better.
Hadley wished to feel comfortable with their allies though so he stood on the edge, prepared to howl. He just needed to actually get up the courage to do it. Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. The large hybrid found himself pacing along the edge of the pack, glancing in. He just couldn't bring himself to ask for a stranger to pay attention to him. Doing so at Aniwaya was one thing, but this was another entirely. Anxiously he fiddled with the worn blue ribbon, wishing he had more courage.
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