A strange jovial greeting rang out. Hadley didn't have a clue what was just said, but she spun around, deer still grasped in his arms. He looked at the smaller wolf cautiously, wondering who this was. A cat was nearby, but that wasn't what held him riveted. No, what kept him still was the fact that this wolf, despite lacking that dark air Amy held, was evil. Perhaps that was wrong, but it was the best way that Hadley could describe that pure raw destroying hunger rising off him, the clear sign of Amy's presence carved into his shoulder.
Asked if he knew this wolf Hadley whimpered, pulling himself downwards. He made himself as submissive as possible, ears flattened and tail tucked up as high as it could. He pushed the dead deer towards the pair, hoping that it would be enough to satisfy Amy's servant. S-sorry... A small whine slipped through him before he realized that he'd made far too much noise. Hadley fell silent, eyes on the ground, struggling to keep from staring at the bite, the mark that he knew attached this stranger to the demon in his dreams.
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