∆ - August 25th meeting

[HAMMOND]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Hiding within untouched pockets of the territory as he contemplated his future within the group, Axle had spent the last few days going against his productive nature to think. It was a period which he scorned himself for, but in hindsight it seemed fully necessary. It was foolish to grow attached to those that lived around here, anytime he found himself warming up to them he'd remind himself that such commitments would be his downfall, but as the winter started to show more signs of changing these lands, the Heeler wasn't sure he'd have a choice. Snow was something he'd witnessed before, but the effects it had on unclaimed soils might make hunting a bit more challenging than he'd like. At least in places like this, prey could be stockpiled in preparation of the worst. That was why, as the tricoloured canine lumbered over towards the familiar meeting place, he decided that he'd stay until the tree's leaves had returned to their vibrant, green colours. Hearing his name for promotion didn't stir him to stay, though it did cause his ears to perk just that little bit more upright in surprise. Even after making it clear that he had no loyalties to the place... they still wished to reward him with such a thing. It's not what I want.

Apathy caused him to ignore his chance to refuse such a thing, shoulders shrugging in nonchalance as congratulations echoed across the clearing. He didn't deserve it, all he'd done was his job, nothing more and certainly nothing less. "Hmph," came a grunt of acknowledgement towards the others who had earned a rank that day, nodding his head in a gesture of 'well done' before settling down to hear the rest of the news. They were rebuilding human civilization here, a fantasy along the lines of the American Dream, for as Axle knew as clear as day, it'd break down one day. Kids would die, discord and anarchy would be rampant across the lands... that'd be the day he bailed. Finally, a logo came, a Delta symbol. "Ok," was all the Cattle Dog said in acknowledgement, deciding that he'd follow Morgan at the end of the meeting to assist in woodcutting.