Takin My Time [Hunt]

A hunt. The boys were bound and determine to hunt something good. The path was goat-adjacent... good enough. Hell, anything was good enough at this point, Erik was going to end up hangry if they waited much longer. Unlikeable enough as he is, hangry Erik is a different kind of force. It's fine. They have a trail.

Strides long, gait purposeful, Erik follows the scent. Closing in, though, he realizes they're not alone. A boy, dark, though too far upwind for Erik to tell where he'd come from. Clear that he'd seen the injured beast as well, but there was no way for the stranger to take it out on his own. His call to the stranger is gruff, the tip of his head leaving his intentions (hopefully) clear enough. If they hunted together, they could eat together. Easy.

Gaze flickering from his charge to the stranger, and then to the takin, he's coiled. Ready. They would hunt.