There was no telling quite how deep they'd gone into the Mines, but Erik doesn't mind it. Seemed like if they went deep enough, they'd come out on the other side. Was the trust blind? Maybe. Didn't mean he couldn't rely on his wits, on his senses, on sheer wit. That, and the fact that two heads were probably better than one. Come up and come up they did, though they may have been a bit lost. Erik blinked hard in the afternoon sunlight, letting himself adjust. Absently, he reached to wipe an errant cobweb from Ursa's ear.
Were they lost? Maybe a bit. Erik took a few long steps, pausing to look. Pausing to listen. Over a rise to the east, he could hear running water. That had to be a good sign. Looking over his shoulder and giving a little hmm, the boy forged forward. Peering at the water, and then upstream some. Maybe he was a bit disoriented as to exactly which way he was facing, but he's pretty sure he knows which water this is. Following it with his eyes, Erik couldn't quite tell which fork in the river this was. "'s th'Rapids." His voice as garbled and rocky as ever, though it's already begun to deepen. Squinting, the boy's orange eyes try to trace their exact orientation. Sure, he knows east from west, but which way was north?
North meant home... but they probably weren't lost yet. Erik knew the river marked a boundary, but they'd need to be stupid to think they could just claim a river. For a moment, he catches himself looking at Ursa. Maybe too long. He'd pretend he's just making sure she's alright after their adventure in the Mines.
"Speech"
Warning: posts from this character often involve body horror.
Erik has a Norwegian forest cat that is assumed with him at all times.
