The warrior moved closer to Hadley. He shivered slightly, trying to shake free from the horror that had gripped him. He had seen the male move with the intent to kill, and he'd been good at it. The hybrid managed a shaky smile at the joke. It was true. He was in a pack of warriors. Most of the time he felt safe there, but occasionally something happened, and he was reminded that the canines he lived with were dangerous. The raid had terrified him far enough, even when he was envious of their ability to defend the land.
Hadley. Their leader certainly had a fair number of children. He'd met a couple so far, all in this pack. This would be his third. Had they all decided to stay together? Hadley was a little envious of that. He didn't have a family to be with. He was on his own. Well, not quite. He had his pack, and his partner. His tail wagged at the mention of the scent clinging to his fur. Hadley straightened up with some pride before speaking. Not mated. Is the heat scent. My partner's in it right now. Left him feeling rather restless, but hey. It was fantastic being around her when she wasn't exhausted.
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