LIKE A MOTH TO A FLAME || Meeting 10/14

[HAMMOND]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]His time of leaving may soon be upon them. Though Axle had intended on settling down for the winter before further migrations, the talk of spirits taking over the clan was concerning. Almost as concerning as asking another 'clan' for help, throat growing dry with the possibility of others taking advantage of the group's vulnerability. He didn't want to go down on a sinking ship, but... had his debt truly been repaid? No, no where near. Unaware of the names of any other groups apart from the 'Pitt', a brooding apprehension tickled the Heeler's stomach as he listened to his clanmates vote, the blue merle staying far away from all those involved in the process. This wasn't his business at the end of the day, he may not've liked it but he had no intentions of voting when the whole idea confused him. Getting other's help was still so foreign. "Can you trust them?" he asked quietly, the pointed ears and raised tail a hard sight to miss, though his flaring nostrils may've been a bit less of a noticeable detail. Axle had never interacted with these allies before, so obviously it was hard to tell anything about them made worse by the fear of betrayal. It'd be easy to kill them all in the night and claim the ghost-ridden territory as their own. Clear the spirits and the Haveners would have a good source of food and medicine, was it worth risking all of that because there was fear that they had to rely on others?