How did you think it would go? 
I won't forget about it.
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Sidra let out a short chuckle. Hadley had a point. Although, she didn't really threaten him. She had snarled and looked ferocious, but the only threat she had given was one that would only hold if Hadley had been dangerous. She lowered her head and gave a long sigh running her clawed fingers through the mane on top of her head. "Hadley, Hadley, Hadley..." Then she sat back and let her head rest on the back of the chair. She sat like that for a few minutes thinking over everything that had happened today. She had definitely shown herself to be a force to be reckon with, but she never said anything that motioned she was going to harm him. She simply asked for help and took advantage of his fright...it was fun. It was something she needed. Unfortunately the fun was over. She shouldn't have acted so hastily and should have taken time to think things out. Now Hadley was afraid of her and that wouldn't bode well for her entry into Casa. She knew she should simply apologize but her pride wouldn't let her. She would have to find another way out of this and a hunch told her, it wasn't going to be Hadley.
She stood up and walked over to him simply staring up at the behemoth of aThere was a subtle change in her demeanor. Her tail no longer wagged with enjoyment of the situation and Hadley's fear. "You're a baby. A girl's gotta be tough if she wants to survive, you know? If you're tough, you'll survive too. You don't have to be so afraid." Then she spun around so she wasn't facing him and crossed her arms over her chest in a pouting fashion. Her mind wondered back to the question she had asked him about his past. He had failed to answer it. She began to pace in the room keeping her eyes on Hadley. Her eyes flicked over all of his scars which she had paid no attention to before. She was also covered in scars. They were reminders of all she's had to deal with and a reminder how cruel and selfish men could be. Before, if she disobeyed a simple command she would end up with another scar. She lifted her lip in distaste for the memories they caused. She didn't think he was going to tell her if she poked at him for answers so she tossed the questions aside. "So will you help me?" Probably a large request for how she'd treated him up until now, but she was too stubborn to let him win.
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