Well, may as well get some use out of these muscles, if he was going to be building them. Erik's back and neck ached, the soreness casting a foul mood over the boy. Hell, it's not the only thing that's dragged his mood down, but certainly not the least of it. Dragged half way across the world again by a father with selfish interests. That's how he sees it, at least. Was the old man a fucking fool?
Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter. Erik pushes the thought from his mind, focusing on Kaino and the task at hand. Right, it would be enough to clear his head. Hopefully, it was enough to clear his head. The young man's gaze trained on the rhino as they take off after it. Long lope eating the ground beneath his feet, head tossing, yearning. Hungry. Just about dinner time, and the bell's been rung, right?
"Speech"
Warning: posts from this character often involve body horror.
Erik has a Norwegian forest cat that is assumed with him at all times.
