All terrain paws

Ember's presence on the mountain is a welcome one. Erik hadn't known exactly what he was walking into upon his return, especially with Delphi well and truly taking the reins. Still, things were perhaps less dire than he'd expected. Though the pack had been quiet, it wasn't in shambles. His father had become a recluse, and it's mostly the yearlings keeping things afloat. It felt strange, but he'd stepped up. Stepped into shoes that felt like they were still a couple sizes too big, boots tied desperately around his ankles.

While not the prosperous vision that Víðarr may have initially clung to, they're doing their best. Erik is high headed, proud as he surveys from the mountain. Far below, Ember's call to a lesson draws his attention. Unwilling to admit that he's far behind where he'd like to be, Erik makes his way down the mountain regardless. His younger siblings should be there, and he'd go under guise of ensuring they weren't causing too much trouble. He'd already put holes in Björn⁢ once this season, and while he wasn't eager, he'd do it again if necessary.

Arriving to the lesson with a rakish grin in Ember's direction, a twitch of his tail. "D'you need anything?" An offer, if she needs it. He'd remain mostly quiet, peering on curiously. A lesson wouldn't do him any harm.

"Erik"