A small whine slipped from Hadley as the only assurance he had pulled away from him, leaving him untouched and alone. The shudders finally stopped as he fell silent, finished struggling with the fear. He wasn't always shaking with fear. No, more often than not he simply stayed still and quiet, out of the way of the rampaging dog. As his mind insisted that was where he currently was Hadley adopted the old habits, still as a stone and so silent one would think he was dead if it weren't for the soft breathing coming from him. Something grabbed him sharply, jerking him. He didn't cry with surprise, his eyes simply widening slightly before he complied.
Growling came from before him, and Hadley looked up sharply, searching for the source. He had to make sure that he was out of the way of the anger, of the strikes that would destroy everything before them. Just before he'd been sold Hadley had witnessed such destruction, hapless animals that appeared in Amy's line of sight shredded and left to decompose on the trail behind them. Sold? The wolf collapsed to the ground, and Hadley stared as tears began to form. He might be broken, but he was still himself. That core part had survived the destruction. Without prompting he moved, getting a blanket and draping it around her. He didn't touch her, too nervous to do so before sitting silently before her, eyes measuring to see what else he could do to help.
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