According to Tate, they weren't staying long. Something about having to pick something up from Bramble, who knows-- Erik tended to tune his brother out. The boy had a lot to say, most of it was... much. While his brother handled things in the castle, the viking bastard walked the woods. Taking it in, tense but curious.
Up wind of him, a few things. The first was somewhat familiar. Not Ember, but one of her siblings. The second? Deer. Taking the scent in for a long moment and choosing his direction, the boy took off at a loose jog.
Coming into focus through the trees, Erik's gaze landed on Clove. A friendly rumble in his throat, a little twitch of his tail-- friendly, by Erik's standards. His gaze tracks down, landing on the deer droppings. She's picked on the same thing he did. The boy's gaze is keen as it rakes across the soft earth, licking his nose and scenting the air. Getting a better sense of direction, Erik picks up the impression of tracks in the soft earth to the east. Loudly clearing his throat and throwing his muzzle in the direction he'd spotted the tracks, the boy takes off after them.
"Speech"
Warning: posts from this character often involve body horror.
Erik has a Norwegian forest cat that is assumed with him at all times.
