The female's body just kept shaking. Her wide eyes were glued on him, and he felt he had to stay still, give her some small focus that she could see and stay with. Was she cold? How could he stop the shaking? Hadley moved a little closer, wishing he knew what to do. Her gaze dropped, and he watched as tears pooled onto the floor. This wasn't good. He had to cheer her up somehow. Unfortunately he didn't have the slightest clue on how to go about doing that. Wildly he looked around, searching for something he could give her to help.
A large fur was thrown onto her this time, and Hadley paused as he found a stuffed bear. He gently passed the toy to her. Hesitating, he finally decided that it would be okay to touch her. Strong arms wrapped around her thin frame, holding her close. Rocking back and forth he wished that he knew what to do, how to comfort her. He felt so useless. If only his master was there. He was sure they could tell him what to do. His mind was a mess, confused and mixing the past and present together.
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