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Hadley returned to the pack that he'd been to before. Here was where he'd first tasted freedom once more. Grace had let him stay with her, protecting him while he figured out how to stand on his own, and Claudius had helped him take those first steps into carving, figuring out how to make things. The ribbon he'd been granted by Anatole was still around his wrist, though dirty from the time that it had spent there, Hadley refusing to remove the gift in fear of the bad luck it had chased away returning.
He didn't want to be too long here, the need to be with Isa still strong. Her scent mingled strongly in his fur as he fiddled with the wooden pieces that he'd brought. It wasn't much, a wooden pendant of the fire that had centered in his time here, and the more useful gift of a bowl, reminiscent of the one he'd made with the exception of the pine tree clearing carved on the side. Lifting his head he howled, hoping that someone would come quickly enough, nervous about his actions.
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