through the gates of hell

Hot on the beast's trail, but he's not the only one. Kaino-- Erik greets her with a toss of his head and a confident grin. They have the same objective, why not work together? Pleased that he's got company, Erik is hot on the boar's trail. Head low, gaze keen as it lands on the ruts, ears flicking backwards as they come upon the things. Gods, how they fucking stink.

No matter.

With a confident look to Kaino, Erik leads the charge on the beast. A solitary male, as they often were this time of year, rummaging in the sparse undergrowth of the thicket. Trying to forage. Poor bastard. Erik is quick as he sights the beast, coming to life. Running full out, long legs beating against the ground, confident strides pushing him forward. Taking the boar head on, and fuck it, the boar knows too. A swing of its tusked head catches Erik in the shoulder, but the viking boy only laughs, sinking his teeth into the beast's shoulder.

"speech"