OOC here!
Caring for his family gave the carver a sense of pride. Down with the horses this morning he'd gently patted and checked over Blessing. She snorted, still upset about the impromptu milking she'd been given. He'd had to give Amatha something though. It had quieted the pup, and he'd been able to keep her calm. He went slowly through all of the stalls, making sure the horses had enough to eat before leaving, thinking about the new repairs he was doing to the shop he had been given.
The polite howl caught Hadley's attention. Pausing he considered ignoring it before changing direction and heading to the border. He might as well see if it was someone seeking help. He traveled fairly swiftly before pausing just on the edge of the woods, eyes riveted to the large wolf before him. Dark swirls surrounded him, death in the very air around him. All the scarred hybrid wanted to do was turn tail and run. Instead, he stiffened his frame, and came forwards, trying to look fierce. Why are you here? At least his voice didn't catch.
.hadley2 .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;}
.hadley2 p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;}
.hadley2 b {color:#ff0000; letter-spacing:-.2px;}
.hadley2 {background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://img39.imageshack.us/img39/3590/2 ... 0914m3.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:370px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; }
.hadley2-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; }
.hadley2 .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0px auto;}
</style>
[/html]