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Despite Blessing's dislike of being ridden, she was a truly sweet beast, snorting gently at the wolf as she grazed. Hadley considered the benefits of getting off her back, a brief battle in his mind before sliding off. He could fight with her to get back on again. In the meantime it was more comfortable being on the ground with the female, rather than staring down at her. Taking a seat he smiled over at the small grey wolf. She seemed quite nice. Blessing didn't move away or anything else like that, content to wait to be told what to do now that there was no one on her.
I'm trying. The fearful glance in her eyes set him looking, studying around what was there. Was there something there to hurt them? He didn't see anything. His ears strained to pick up any unusual noises, but nothing was there. Flinching a little at the continuation in the conversation he shook his head. He shouldn't have let himself get spooked like that. It was foolish, just letting something that wasn't there get to him. I've been here for some months. It's a good pack to stay in. Everyone's friendly.