10-25-2018, 02:44 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Another week, another meeting. The male's efforts with gathering intel from them had been tardy recently, most likely because of his increasing comfort around Tanglewood. Leave tomorrow he told himself when he'd curl up in the trunk of a car, only to wake up and do jobs to help out the thinning group. You're getting hurt protecting the weak. Stop it. Still he led the fight against the Pitt when the slavers raided. They're gonna get themselves killed seeking out another group's protection. Don't die with them, stupid. Seems like he was still around even after initial talks of letting the dead win ran around. Now he was a Guardsman too. A singular ear flickered at the news, a head kept low by the dislike of crowds rising in surprise. How many times would be rewarded when he didn't ask for it?
A nod given, thoughts loomed in his tormented mind about what to do about Delilah. As Morgan turned to leave, Axle did too, until a twinge of guilt caused his whole body to whirl around. The Heeler had had a week to see how the Pitt worked, what they did with captives and where they took them, fury may have drowned out some of his senses but information had still been learned whilst shackled in the horrid plains. First and foremost - the fact that the group didn't seem keen to kill captives. Even with male's complete refusal to submit to what they were trying to get him to he had left without a scratch. "You should help rescue Delilah," a loud voice called out, normally devoid of such a dynamic delivery. If Morgan felt guilt for abandoning them in their time of need, at least leading a rescue raid would provide some sort of redemption for the Samoyed.
More redemption than Axle could ever get.
A nod given, thoughts loomed in his tormented mind about what to do about Delilah. As Morgan turned to leave, Axle did too, until a twinge of guilt caused his whole body to whirl around. The Heeler had had a week to see how the Pitt worked, what they did with captives and where they took them, fury may have drowned out some of his senses but information had still been learned whilst shackled in the horrid plains. First and foremost - the fact that the group didn't seem keen to kill captives. Even with male's complete refusal to submit to what they were trying to get him to he had left without a scratch. "You should help rescue Delilah," a loud voice called out, normally devoid of such a dynamic delivery. If Morgan felt guilt for abandoning them in their time of need, at least leading a rescue raid would provide some sort of redemption for the Samoyed.
More redemption than Axle could ever get.