UNHAPPINESS BECOMES MEDICINE — open, medic tryouts

[HAMMOND]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]"No medic," the dog rumbled huskily as he approached, finding the word 'interested' too long for him to even try and say. Dedicating a portion of his life to helping others after spending his youth being an unofficial guard dog for his family would be a traumatic trip down memory line, but there was no harm in learning about medicine for when he was back on the road. After his declaration, Axle slinked into a lying down position by himself, head resting on ginger paws as he waited for the show to begin. Ears were perked forwards and eyes were kept attentive despite his vision being tainted by the backs of a few creature's heads (he'd stand when it was time to learn), making sure that no details would be missed in case he'd need them down the line.