The moose is enough to catch Erik's attention, staggering and disoriented. Dully aware, even at this distance, that it would make an easier meal than usual... but still no easy feat. Nothing he could do alone, though the boy pauses at a distance. He's not the only one to pick up on the beast, and for once, he's grateful for the company of strangers.
Drawing near to three gathered wolves, Erik knows better than to come on too strong. The girl, at least, he's seen before. A grumble in his chest as he dips his muzzle, comes to rest a short distance from them. "Four'll do it," it's presumptuous, but then, it was better to get this show on the road.
"Speech"
Warning: posts from this character often involve body horror.
Erik has a Norwegian forest cat that is assumed with him at all times.
