HURRY HURRY ✰ joining

[HAMMOND]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Axle knew what it was like to be stuck, through two previous captures being trapped was something he had first hand experience with - yet he struggled to empathise with the other's state. He responded to the yip in kind, head lowering and a low warning growl rumbling from his throat. The other's frustrations became more and more obvious as time passed, with the Guardsmen's question being thrown back at him in rude manner. The Heeler could handle being antagonised, just not when the potential of physical harm came with it. He slowly started approaching, giving quick glances to the mud every now and again so he could watch where he was stepping. Even as mud marred his orange and grey fur, he was lucky enough not to get trapped yet.

Stopping just outside of biting distance, Axle would contemplate over the other's question. He's lost and confused like you were, why can't you ease up? No, that was the clan's influence talking to him, he couldn't listen to it, he couldn't. "Tanglewood," he cleared his throat, silence enveloping him as his brain went through what he'd have to say next. "Trespassing too. Lucky, crocodiles aren't hungry today. Can you not get yourself out?". An obvious question directed towards Jim's stuck appendage, Axle wanted to weigh his options before helping the other out. What benefits would he get?