10-15-2018, 03:42 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]He may have been a pack animal by species, but Axle had never keen on sharing his food. It was a stray habit that not even the Tanglewood's embrace could break, brought about by a dog-eat-dog survival strategy invoked even when he was 'safe'. Predators needed as much protein as they could scoff down them - screw sharing, working together with near-strangers to take down big game was a challenge far greater than fleeing the Pitt or living among uncomfortable shrubberies. Yet pride be damned, Axle didn't back down from what he'd been asked to do by Delilah, for paranoia aside he could see benefits with getting assistance from equally skilled individuals to take down larger prey. Tanglers had whispered to each other about a lone stag trapped among winding trees, most likely living an exiled life following an unsuccessful breeding season, though far too dangerous to tackle for small cats and dogs, together they could overwhelm. It'd have enough meat on it to satisfy the male, perhaps even quell natural possessive instincts, his patrol would just have to work on not getting injured by hooves or antlers.
"Hunt," his stagnant call ran across what was left of the Tanglewood's population after the ghost incidents, ear flicking uncomfortably as one or two turned to stare at him. A honey coloured gaze instinctively narrowed, the bandanna wearing canine backing off from the center of sanctuary and more towards the exit where he'd be able to escape if need be. Seems like capture had brought about old concerns again, it'd take a while to get some assimilation back. "Heard of stag in woods, good meal if others help,". The Australian Cattle Dog's accent coming out stronger as he spoke his broken English, the time of wait had settled upon Axle. He didn't sit, but his petulant frown seemed to display irritation at something. Most likely, he just wasn't used to having to wait around to satisfy his hunger.
"Hunt," his stagnant call ran across what was left of the Tanglewood's population after the ghost incidents, ear flicking uncomfortably as one or two turned to stare at him. A honey coloured gaze instinctively narrowed, the bandanna wearing canine backing off from the center of sanctuary and more towards the exit where he'd be able to escape if need be. Seems like capture had brought about old concerns again, it'd take a while to get some assimilation back. "Heard of stag in woods, good meal if others help,". The Australian Cattle Dog's accent coming out stronger as he spoke his broken English, the time of wait had settled upon Axle. He didn't sit, but his petulant frown seemed to display irritation at something. Most likely, he just wasn't used to having to wait around to satisfy his hunger.
AND THE EARTH BECOMES MY THRONE
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