I Was Walking Along, Minding My Business...

With the back to back losses, Erik didn't feel right leaving his father alone on the mountain. Though he'd been planning to return to the south after escorting him home from the Hallows, news had come while he recovered. In the days since, he'd just been helping out where he could. The loss was all of theirs, but his father was taking it... as well as could be expected.

So he'd help with the day to day, pick up the slack, give the old man space to grieve. Erik would pick up his father's patrols, and it's there, that he scents the bear. Gross. Head going high low, he changes course. From the border, pathing inward, hot on the predator's trail.

As he closes in on the grizzly, it's already staring down Unagi. Fuck. Picking up speed, Erik barrels into the bear's shoulder. He'd distract it, keep it busy, keep it focused on him. Teeth digging into the oily hide, all bets are off. A berserker come to life. Brawl time.
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