Cleanup - beach cleanup event A

[HAMMOND]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]The sands seeping between his toes was more nostalgic than the Heeler would've liked. Drawn to action by a call that signified he had a duty to perform, Axle had been rather quick to approach the scene. At first, he had not cared for the heat scraping against his paw pads, but as the group grew closer and closer to him his head began to pang with insignificant pain. Gaze growing distant, the sight of various different species grew blurred as worse sights and sounds tickled his senses. "You let us die, it's all your fault..." he swore he heard his former owner say, he swore she was building castles of sand on these very beaches as well. Slowly a paw moved to rest on his muzzle, a habitual coping mechanism for Axle when he wasn't sure of the reality of his memories. The sand felt like it was creeping up his legs, and eventually a flinch appeared on the Heeler's face when it felt a bit too real. A squint of his eyes seemed to be enough to quell his horrors, and when the dog dropped his paw again he had a look at his legs.

It'd just been a spider. Shaking his appendage, the arachnid would fall to the ground and scuttle off, leaving the blue specked creature to focus on the present. Grabbing one of the bags, honey coloured eyes would widen in surprise when he realised that the beach had already been cleared. Shit, how long had he been out for? He turned his attention to those splashing about in the water, refusing to lighten up and join them in their fun. Too many deadly creatures in the ocean, Axle wasn't going to be shark bait for another. Jaw tense, the canine would just sit down observing, letting the bag drift lazily between parted teeth as he began to pant.