DRESSED UP FOR A HIT AND RUN | Joining (?)

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

[glow=black,1,400]CLEVER GOT ME THIS FAR, THEN TRICKY GOT ME IN ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Caesar had been apart of The Pitt at one point, but likely after Vagabond had joined; or at the very least, the savannah didn't recognize the hellhound whenever he would stumble upon him. The desert was insufferable for sure, the heat unbearable and annoying, rather than providing any sort of advantage - at least to the dream demon. He didn't exactly understand why The Pitt stayed there, but he supposed in a way that was the whole point in staying here: they were hardy and adaptable.

Whenever Caesar noticed a hellhound slinking about, the savannah's dark eyes narrowed as he tried to follow the stranger, debating on whether or not he should attack. The last couple of times he tried to attack trespassers, he had been bitched at by his clanmates. Which... was funny, considering the Condemned was supposed to be a group nobody heard of; how were they supposed to keep that if they let trespassers live? Obviously if they were joining, they would have to prove themselves regardless, so why not prove that in a fight.

Rolling his eyes, Caesar simply decided to jump down from the tree he was hiding in (although whether he was truly 'hiding' was debatable, considering his pelt didn't exactly blend in like the average savannah would), aiming to jump either behind or in front of the Vagabond. "You're in the Coalition of the Condemned's territory, pal." He growled. "State your name and business." Or he certainly would hesitate to fight, and to show this, he unsheathed his claws, as if he were trying to warn their visitor.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]