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The hybrid managed a timid smile back up at the female. She was certainly very boisterous, confident and sure in her ways. Very different from Hadley's timid actions. His tail wagged softly, picking up at her words. More guests would be there, and the pack would maybe benefit from his small gift. At least he hoped they would. Hadley wasn't too sure if he could make individual bowls for everyone in the pack. He didn't know how many there were, let alone how time consuming it would be.
A male voice jumped in, startling Hadley. He flinched back slightly before discovering the source, a marten resting on the female's shoulder. It was one of those ghost things the pack seemed to have around there. Hadley wasn't too clear on them, as no one had explained, but he knew they weren't dangerous. Claudius taught me how to do that. Most of it was self taught, but when it came to the difficult parts that he couldn't figure out, Claudius had helped him along.
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