why dont you caribou-t me?

With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Erik tracked his father north. The man had given him the slip within the Prominence, and the bastard prince had struggled to pick up the trail again. Scent trails in the spires didn't make sense. Bouncing off the strange pillars, weaving in ways that didn't make sense, distorted by the breeze... he'd been shaken by a madman. Knowing he'd have to move hell and earth to find the once-king, Erik is dragged north.

The pit in his stomach only grows as he breaks onto the swath of ice, populated only by the ship. The scent of his father's blood was on the breeze here, and Erik feared the worst. Had it been intentional, or had some terrible fate already befallen him? No shred of relief, though it seemed this place had brought out more than just wolves.

If they could get a closer look at the strangely behaving prey, then maybe... maybe he can piece together some answers. His father's keeper, yes, but Erik sought answers as well. Bringing one of the creatures down would hopefully shed light on the situation. Drawing close to the latest party in progress, Erik gives a subtle nod to the big cats at their helm.

"Erik"