BAD INTENTIONS -- disappearance

[HAMMOND]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]The male was everywhere and nowhere all at once. With an uncanny ability to ghost many situations without so much as a sound, this was the one situation where it perhaps would've been useful to be nothing more than a whisper in the wind. Panicked voices caused the Heeler to approach, head kept drooped and low to the ground as specks of blood entered his vision, followed by the living. Instead of addressing those present, Axle got down to his forensic work, snorting when he picked something odd up. "Scent, dunno who from," he announced, frozen in position with his snout buried into the dirt. You let us die... he hadn't been there to safe his precious her. What about this one, would she suffer a similar fate? Too weak to save herself the thought suddenly popped up in his head, a distraction from the guilt he was feeling. You couldn't save everyone, why did he actually feel something when this Tangler was clearly catnapped? You promised to help me! Axle flinched. Thump. Thump. Thumpthump. Thumpthump, his heart raced on, teeth bared as he stared off into space. This one could still be alive.

"Strung here if dead," he pointed out begrudgingly, snapping out of his trance whilst turning towards Morgan. Unless the perpetrator was a cannibal... Axle stopped himself there, not wanting to think about that possibility. Too many savages out in the wilderness as it was. "Still alive, maybe. Could track, if its worth losing time and supplies," he suggested, not realising quite how stern his pragmatic approach may've been.