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."

Whenever Alexander came back to consciousness, Caesar was half ready to take off in case the direwolf was aggressive. Luckily for him, though, Alex did not seem to be ready to attack. Whatever the reason, Caesar was thankful he wasn't being attacked right now. "I don't think you're asking the right questions here." The demon mused, flicking an ear. "But my name's Caesar Cipher. The hell happened to you?" If he knew that Alex was knocked out because of him trying to eat a bear, Caesar probably would've laughed. Then again, he probably would've ended up far worse than Alexander here.

Caesar let out a huff at Alex's first statement, clearly not too fond of his words. But just as the direwolf knew who he was, Caesar vaguely knew who Alexander was. "You are Alexander, aren't you?" This would all go flat if this was some random ass direwolf. Then again, some mental manipulation here and there, he could make it buddy-buddy with him. Caesar came here seeking Alexander specifically, and it wasn't hard to see why. After all, with The Typhoon clearly being a target (or a sore spot, rather) of the demon, so of course he would seek out someone who caused quite a commotion with them.

"Listen. You clearly know who I am." Caesar extended a paw out, trying to maintain a neutral expression. "I know who you are, the things you've done. I think we should team up. Think of it: we could rule this entire planet." Maybe he was too extreme here. But in the end, this was all a trick; one he didn't think was painfully obvious. Caesar would want the power all to himself eventually. Eventually.

Yes. Caesar fought back the grin that was threatening to form on his face as Alexander took his paw. That would seal the 'deal' that he was vague about. Without a word, Caesar attempted to get into ALEXANDER's mind, attempting to break into the direwolf's mind and try to implant the feeling of a bond between the two. It was exhausting going through someone's mind, Caesar had to admit. You had to break through mental barriers carefully, especially if you didn't want to get caught. If successful, Caesar would also try and convince ALEX into believing that he was Caesar's brother. Obviously, not in a blood sense, but rather a pack-mentality sense.

If not, well. This would look entirely awkward. So in order to break the silence, Caesar said, "So. Why don't we try going to Tanglewood first? Hurt them from the inside out."

It worked. Caesar was just a tad surprise to see that his plan had worked, although it would come with a cost unbeknownst to him: he actually formed a bond with Alexander. He was surprised to see the direwolf quickly change his shape to match a savannah's, and he blinked watching Alex shift. "Good thinking." Caesar praised Alex, suddenly seeing what the other was getting at. Since he was so known around the groups, it made sense that he wouldn't want to be in his direwolf body; it would be far too obvious. Not to mention Alex was probably wanted with his head on a platter right now.

"I've got some shit to do in The Pitt still," Caesar went on. "So unless you wanna hide out there for a little, I'll meet ya in Tanglewood in a week or two." Give or take.