All terrain paws

It takes a decent amount of self control not to bonk his younger siblings' heads together in the moment, but Erik refrains. He's not the babysitter that Tate had been to him, less tolerant and less forgiving of shenanigans. The turnout for the lesson was good, at least, and he would let the rest of the pack speak their piece. Remaining quiet, as they all give their responses to Ember's question. Throwing his voice to answer questions in a lesson would likely put him out of commission for the rest of the day, if not the next few, thusly remaining quiet. Offering an approving grumble to Hal and Rúna, and waiting for Henbane's contribution as well. Among them, she's the one he knows the least about. Isn't it his job to assess her too? Maybe.

Professionalism was supposed to be the name of the game here... especially with the too-keen eyes of his younger siblings. They'd give him hell about it later, after all. Erik does lift his paws up, carefully testing and examining the ground under his feet. Slushy and slick, it's going to take extra care not to go ass over teakettle on the soft ground.

"Erik"