The travel had been rather stressful for Hadley. They'd stopped at various points to rest, mainly consisting of Hadley being able to relax his tension from holding onto the horse and bouts of panic about what he was actually doing. At times Hadley considered just turning around and heading back, but his sense of direction was so turned around at this point that he couldn't. Hadley had no choice but to continue on the path he had chosen and trust the stranger he'd given his life to. Passing through a strange pack's borders had him shivering a little until they reached the stable.
The horses were put away with much care, Hadley helping along the best that he could. He did know somewhat about horses, though he was no expert. Just basic care and feed mainly. Obediently he followed Grace to a house, the wood still smelling freshly cut. Hadley looked around the simple building carefully. This is where he'd stay until he was free. Hadley moved and sat down onto the thin mattress, wishing that there was a space he could squeeze into to escape the nightmares. A bag and pouch was passed over. The familiar smell of weed reached him, and Hadley accepted it nervously. He took a deep drag before passing it over, letting the high begin to set in. Grace still seemed really weird to him, but that was alright. It was alllll good.
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