10-15-2018, 04:07 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]A group hunt. His nose wrinkled at the prospect, for one too many seconds to be comfortable Axle remained stationary with the fact. He'd never actually done one of those before, he'd grown so accustomed to hunting rabbits by himself and scavenging carrion of fresher parts that the thought of working together was alien. The male's empty eyes darted to nothing in particular, 'lips' almost pursed as he tried making a decision of whether or not he should agree to such a thing. Was he ready to put his life in the paws of others? You let me die. He flinched to himself, before giving a subtle nod, still not looking at Delilah. The Heeler would have to hunt at some point today anyways. With that, he'd clamber off into the abyss, most likely going to prepare for his expedition.