Connor's eyes slowly reopened from a dreamless sleep. He was still curled up on the stone, cold floor. "Eugh." He said, tasting a bitter sensation in his mouth. Morning breath. His eyes still felt heavy, and his legs sore, but at least now he had a good night's rest. Connor turned to the side, and saw Ralph, still sleeping off in the cave. A slightly brighter light than earlier flared in the corner of his eye, and outside of the cave, he saw Deravan, Tony, and Verlassen awake. Tony was keeping an eye on the wolf.

Connor got up, and his stone feet pounded against the cave floor loudly. If Ralph wasn't awake by now, then he'y probably be awake from all the noise he was making. Connor laid a hand against the cave wall, and rested there for a moment. His entire body was slumped up against the wall, just trying to regain his balance. Then he took a shaky step forward. It was becoming a daily ritual for him to try to get balanced, considering his massive size. Some days were better than others.

Finally Connor got a good foothold, and he returned to a steady, rhythmic walking. He walked out of the cave, still working out the kinks in his system. By now, he'd usually be eating breakfast. Then again, he didn't really "eat." He had tried to eat before, back the same day it started, but the food had just seemed to slide down his throat without any chewing. He never really felt hungry, so Connor imagined that he'd hopefully never have to eat. That was one thing he was glad about when he mutated.

"Morning to you people." He said, scratching his back. He looked back at the cage. Looked like the wolf was still there. Still only had one opening. None of them looked dead, considering they were all standing up. Looked like there were no problems last night. "So, what are you planning today? Get supplies? Raid a shop? Hunt for food?" At the word food, Connor could've sworn he heard some small voices in the forest muttering to themselves. The forest really was packed full of people.