nothing fucks with my baby ;; RAID

[HAMMOND]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]He should've expected that his tenure to safer and smarter grounds would not go without retaliation. With so many scrawny and pathetic animals that he'd been forced to tangle with previously, meeting one of a similar disposition was rarer than expected for the former nomad. Even the sound of paws crunching against the grasses and leaves behind him came as a bigger shock than it should've been, a sudden jerk of his tail putting a stop to any of the male's plans. Initially Axle had been able to remain standing in the face of retaliation, but eventually the force put on his hindquarters was too much for the Heeler's wobbly paws to handle. Still weaker than normal due to muscles thinning out from starvation, it was fairly easy to drag the male once his footing had succumb to Benny, a popping sensation in his tail warning him that he was at risk of losing the thing if he didn't resist in the right way.

If he lived, his balance might've been affected forever, if he died... no, he wouldn't die from being dragged too far. He'd make sure of that. Another sharp pain running through him tail sprung the canine into action once again. Paws started digging into the ground again as the male connected all four pads to the earth again. Before too much resistance caused a rip of a tear, Axle started shuffling backwards quickly, consenting to the direction which he was being pulled in in hopes of closing the gap between tail and maw. If he could, he'd aim to give a swift kick to Benny's jaw once or twice, hoping to loosen or completely eradicate the male's grip on his appendage. No heed was given to the comments made, not even an eye roll or a shameful tut escaped the Heeler. It wasn't his style, there was no jokes to be had about fighting for survival.