Hadley had been minding his own business, tripping through the forest. He had set off, looking for the horses, as their presence calmed the rather timid male. Instead he had managed to get lost. He wasn't used to moving around on his own. Always Amy had been the one in charge. He didn't know much of life beyond following behind the wagon and his own tiny room. He'd been lucky before. Finding a route that passed the festival without sending him into a frenzy of fear had been a very bad idea, resulting in said state.
The sound of someone collapsing brought Hadley moving forwards. Even if the person wasn't friendly, perhaps they could give him some direction, telling him where to go. A simple task could do that, as once in familiar grounds Hadley could probably find his way back to his room, which he would remain in for the rest of the day. Entering a small clearing Hadley spotted a white wolf. He silently stepped forward, uneasy about what to say now that he was there. It seemed she had already noticed him though, telling him to go away. Sorry. Hadley turned right around, looking for somewhere to go.
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