I KEEP SWINGING MY HANDS // Alex // THROUGH A SWARM OF BEES

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

The sun was slowly starting to rise as Caesar made his way away from The Pitt's territory. The place was far too hot for his liking at times, and he almost missed the cool air that The Typhoon had. Unfortunately, he couldn't return to the sea-dwelling group, though with the news of Goldenluxury leading the damn place, Caesar wasn't sure that he wanted to go back right now. Idiots. It was the day after that Typhoon cub had stumbled upon The Pitt's territory, and Caesar's wounds were still slightly healing. They weren't nearly as bad as the day that they happened, but they definitely left an irritating burning sensation on his body. If Charlot hadn't knocked him off the cub, Caesar would've gotten less damage done to him, but whatever. What's happened, happened, and there was no going back now.

Caesar's thoughts were interrupted whenever he caught whiff of blood in the wind. It was strong and had a strong tang to it, clearly indicating that whatever out here was bleeding out heavily. The savannah followed the scent of blood, his ears pricked as he tried finding the source. Lo and behold, he finally did, and stumbled upon a large direwolf laying unconscious on the ground. These were ferocious beasts, capable of snapping a mere feline's neck in half; so to say Caesar was wary of this creature was an understatement. But he wasn't afraid of it by any means.

"Hey, you!" The savannah called out as he got closer to Alex's body, carefully placing his paws on the canine's body and trying to shake him in an attempt to get him out of his unconscious daze. If need be, Caesar was sure he could try and prod into the direwolf's mind and wake him up that way, but for now... Caesar was going to try a more peaceful approach. "Wake up."

#psychosocial.