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

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

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.

#psychosocial.