The hunt - gator hunting event

[HAMMOND]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]A growling stomach was the first reminder that Axle had yet to consume a meal this week, Morgan's call was the second but a more prominent reason for the Heeler to escape his self-made isolation. Slowly the canine approached, only coming to a standstill when their prey of choice was revealed. Gators. Tough meat and tough animals to kill, had the tri-coloured male been naive enough not to keep an eye out on the levels of other prey animals in the area? Frogs, lizards, snakes, creatures that weren't particularly tasty but edible none the less, what had happened to leave the Captain resorting to something dangerous? High risk high reward, the Guardsman supposed, the temptation to eat well later on at least made him less skeptical of the idea.

One crocodile could probably feed a couple of clan members, whereas aforementioned cold-bloods would barely provide a snack for them. He had to remind himself he wasn't alone here, that it'd be a pain for everyone if all the little things were hunted to extinction here. Teeth gritted behind a serious frown, Axle started thinking of ways to catch the gators off guard. He couldn't pretend that he hadn't interacted with them before, neither could he admit to having vast knowledge on them. Many of the guard dogs, him included, had enough sense to leave the larger creatures alone. "We should..." he paused, trying to think of a way to say his advice. What words went where?

"Careful of water,". Dragging a gator away from the water would be good, but being dragged into it by an equally hungry menace would paint the grimy swamps red. Though it'd be his clanmate's own fault if they didn't handle the task correctly, he figured a warning would at least serve them well as a reminder not to be cocky.