Advancement - August 18th meeting

[HAMMOND]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]A meeting. Axle had never intentionally joined in on one of them, but as clusters of creatures began making their way towards the same location, the Heeler ended up ghosting them all the way. When he arrived, he stayed standing, so far back that the leader looked small and her voice even smaller. So many creatures around, his eyes could not follow all of them at once, could not make sure that they weren't going to do anything to harm his being here. Having to put good faith in utter strangers, the broad muzzle on Axle eventually tilted upwards as his name was called, followed by the 'promotions' and 'demotions' for the week. Names, they were just fuzzy names, and upon finding nothing directly relating to himself Axle's attention seemed to focus back to the crowd. Their backs were facing him, so entranced in the words of another that they didn't even seem to turn to one another to acknowledge their successes. The male wasn't sure he understood such absorption, but he couldn't scorn them for their devotion. "Hmph," came his near silent congratulations as the meeting concluded, quickly turning on his heels to escape the camp.