Takin My Time [Hunt]

The boy is indignant, but Erik just... he has to say it. Something about older brothers and making sure that if you get your ass handed to you by something else, it's your fault not his. Launching himself after the beast with a snarl, hot on its heels, all things to remind the boy that he's alive. Exhilarating, and with a meal at the end? The bastard boy was well and truly, living his best life.

As the strange boy leaps upon the takin's back, Erik's ears flatten back against his head. Pushing for a bit more speed and throwing his weight into the rearing Takin's hind legs, he toppled the beast forward. It would prevent his comrade from getting squashed, and no one would take a hoof to the dome in the process. Growling low and wet in his throat, Erik lashes out with sharp fangs, sinking into the injured creature's hind leg. He knows he's strong enough to hold it while someone else takes the moneyshot.