No Man's Land [Erik]

Like a ragdoll, Erik throws the coyote in his jaws to the ground. The sound that comes from the beast is sickening, and he tosses his head with a grin. Triumphant. Lording over the fucker, as he engages the creature for the last time. Movements swift, practiced, wrathful. There's something inside Erik, something loose. A screw, a bolt, a nut-- something like that. Nothing important, not yet. Soon, but not yet.

With a last, triumphant snap of his jaws, the final coyote lays heaped before him. Erik's gaze burning brightly, leaning back as he takes a look at the strewn heaps of flesh. Grinning. Taking a step back, panting, covered in gore. "Y'okay?" Gaze flickering over his companion, finally taking stock of the situation.
"speech"