They creep forward, already in agreement. Erik holds his head high, every step tense. Careful. Watching. Damn near holding his breath as they close in on their prey. Head spinning, heart pounding, it's a tale as old as time. The hunter and the hunted. This is where he feels the most alive, after all. With so much danger lurking just beneath the surface, the boy is grateful for any outlet he can find to express himself.
Clove is lighter, likely faster, even if he had the longer legs. His gaze flickers over the girl for a moment as they close in on their prey, lowering his head. Inviting her to initiate, and he would be here to catch and hold their prey when the time came. Speed versus strength, he certainly knows his limits. There's something electric about him. Tense, burning brightly. A tale older than time itself, he's grateful that he doesn't need words. Their teeth would do plenty. A grin playing across his rough-hewn features, Erik was excited. Ready.
"Speech"
Warning: posts from this character often involve body horror.
Erik has a Norwegian forest cat that is assumed with him at all times.
