OOC here. /+000
An arm swung gently around Hadley's shoulder. It was like the hugs that Selene was always giving him, but this was of a much more gentle nature, trying to relax him. He met the female's eyes briefly before he looked at the ground again. Grace, from Aniwaya. He'd been there before. The slave that used to be with them had been sold to someone there. If he went there maybe he'd see her again. He wondered if she'd been as lucky as he'd been, being punished much less. Her punishments had been a different style than his, depriving her of sleep and food while he was physically damaged.
Grace's question was a confusing one. He looked at her, puzzled. It didn't matter what he wanted. What mattered was what his master wanted, and really, the pack was much safer than being out in the open where Amy could find him again. The thought of the knife wielding dog sent a shudder through his body. He met her eyes as she asked if he wanted to go home with her. The idea was rather confusing. I have to return. There really was no choice in the matter. He couldn't leave his master.
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