A voice behind him had the hybrid jumping. His heart pounded as he realized he wasn't alone in the broken down house. Maybe someone had claimed it. Hadley's sense of smell wasn't the sharpest, a rather large handicap for a canine. A rotted piece of wood was dropped as he froze up. He stood that way for a good few seconds before turning around, ears pinned to his head and tail squeezed between his legs. A young male stood there, rather muscular.
It was a pack member, but Hadley was still very nervous. He hadn't met this one before, though apparently the male had heard of him. He nodded his head in greeting. Awkwardly he looked around, wondering what he should do. Sorry. He wasn't sure if he should leave or not now. Staring at his feet Hadley wished that the stranger had said something more, told him if the house was occupied or not.
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