through the gates of hell

Carefully, quickly, they close in on the beast. Slamming into the boar, ripping and shredding with their teeth. The beast's hind legs go down, and Erik rocks into the creature's shoulders. For as wretched as the thing smells, he knows there's a good meal soon to come. Snarling as he rips into the boar, cutting through the thick hide and bristles. Gross. Gross. At least it wouldn't be long, yet.

Watching the pig go the rest of the way down is nice, but Erik doesn't have time to stop and be proud of himself. Instead, he sinks his teeth in around the creature's neck once more, allowing the gore and blood to stain his dark coat even darker. Efficient.

"speech"