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Hadley considered the question carefully. He didn't feel like he belonged there, and he had experienced a rather frightening encounter with a fierce member. The pack did exude a warmth though, seeming to embrace those who entered. He nodded his head gently, deciding that it was indeed a nice pack. Hadley picked up the next piece of wood and began carving, working on making the next leg. His cuts were still bumpy, but with care he managed to at least make sure they were the same height, if not the same width.
Something moved towards him, and Hadley looked up from his work, eyes wide with fear. His hand was taken, and something was pressed into it. Drawing his hand back Hadley looked down, seeing the finished carving of the mother wolf and her pup. It was beautiful. Dumbfounded he ran his hand over it, enjoying the delicate feel, the intricate detail that didn't seem to be a lie at all, but what the wolf truly would be like if he met her. The words caught Hadley's attention, and he looked up. Please. Name's Hadley.
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