Alex volunteered to serve as a medic and on-hand safari guide of sorts, but he's been largely quiet for much of the hike, content to keep adding to his notes every time he notices something new about some of the local wildlife, or sees anything else that strikes him as odd for this kind of climate.
With so many other people in conversation with each other, or occupied with the trip itself, he's content to keep to himself, cleaning and bandaging wounds (you do not ever attempt stitches in the field unless you want to court sepsis), checking for sprains and making sure no one gets overworked or dehydrated.
When the Lying Mist rolls in, he's in the last stretch of his turn at sharing a kept watch while the rest of the camp sleeps.
Peacat Dad
Later in to the trip, thanks to Tony and the others who found them, Alex finds himself with the self-appointed task of caring for a litter of abandoned very young peacock cats.
While he's used to caring for one avian/feline hybrid creature back home, keeping track of several is proving to be more challenging than he expected. The peakittens may not fly, but as their bellies fill and they grow more used to being around humans, it gets a little harder to keep them all in one place.
He can often be found throughout the trip using a fabric-covered hand to scoop up a wandering kitten from attempting to climb someone's leg, or into their packs when camp is set up and he lets them out roam out of their improvised carrier.
At least they already seem to recognize him as a source of food and body heat, so the sight of him covered in the little fuzzy-feathery creatures isn't terribly uncommon either, though he's minimizing any skin contact in order to keep his senses sharp.
Nurse Price
Alex may have a doctorate and an elaborate understanding of biology, but he is not actually a doctor for humans. But, his mother is one of the world's best medics for cryptids and humans alike, so he is at least competent with a first aid kit. He wishes this one had the unicorn water and Jorlac blood that his kit at home had, but it'll do.
In Too Deep: The Crocodog Hunter
And here we see Alex in his natural habitat. Well, maybe not a cave, specifically, but if there's any natural habitat for a Price, it's facing off against bizarre wildlife.
Facing off against it while trying desperately not to actually kill it.
"Not yet, not yet," he calls out to anyone preparing to fire an arrow at the cave wolves, running towards the sounds of scared people and growling animals, with a fabric bundle loosely tied at the top.
"Stand back and clear the area," he calls out, the normally timid nerd suddenly sounding authoritative and confident. Once he's mostly sure there's sufficient space, he lobs the bundle at the ground where the wolves are clustered, and it releases a plume of fine dark powder upon impact.
He really hopes they're not immune to shadow dust.
Alex Price | OTA
Alex volunteered to serve as a medic and on-hand safari guide of sorts, but he's been largely quiet for much of the hike, content to keep adding to his notes every time he notices something new about some of the local wildlife, or sees anything else that strikes him as odd for this kind of climate.
With so many other people in conversation with each other, or occupied with the trip itself, he's content to keep to himself, cleaning and bandaging wounds (you do not ever attempt stitches in the field unless you want to court sepsis), checking for sprains and making sure no one gets overworked or dehydrated.
When the Lying Mist rolls in, he's in the last stretch of his turn at sharing a kept watch while the rest of the camp sleeps.
Peacat Dad
Later in to the trip, thanks to Tony and the others who found them, Alex finds himself with the self-appointed task of caring for a litter of abandoned very young peacock cats.
While he's used to caring for one avian/feline hybrid creature back home, keeping track of several is proving to be more challenging than he expected. The peakittens may not fly, but as their bellies fill and they grow more used to being around humans, it gets a little harder to keep them all in one place.
He can often be found throughout the trip using a fabric-covered hand to scoop up a wandering kitten from attempting to climb someone's leg, or into their packs when camp is set up and he lets them out roam out of their improvised carrier.
At least they already seem to recognize him as a source of food and body heat, so the sight of him covered in the little fuzzy-feathery creatures isn't terribly uncommon either, though he's minimizing any skin contact in order to keep his senses sharp.
Nurse Price
Alex may have a doctorate and an elaborate understanding of biology, but he is not actually a doctor for humans. But, his mother is one of the world's best medics for cryptids and humans alike, so he is at least competent with a first aid kit. He wishes this one had the unicorn water and Jorlac blood that his kit at home had, but it'll do.
In Too Deep: The Crocodog Hunter
And here we see Alex in his natural habitat. Well, maybe not a cave, specifically, but if there's any natural habitat for a Price, it's facing off against bizarre wildlife.
Facing off against it while trying desperately not to actually kill it.
"Not yet, not yet," he calls out to anyone preparing to fire an arrow at the cave wolves, running towards the sounds of scared people and growling animals, with a fabric bundle loosely tied at the top.
"Stand back and clear the area," he calls out, the normally timid nerd suddenly sounding authoritative and confident. Once he's mostly sure there's sufficient space, he lobs the bundle at the ground where the wolves are clustered, and it releases a plume of fine dark powder upon impact.
He really hopes they're not immune to shadow dust.