why dont you caribou-t me?

A grim smile pulled at the corners of Erik's dark lips. There's something about a hunt that brings him to life, in ways he would otherwise push down. Hold back. A violence that lives in his bones, allowed to come out and play. With good reason, he pushes himself after the prey animals. Orange eyes shining, as he narrows in. Pushing himself across the ground with precision, even at high speeds. For as large as Erik is, most of his companions are much larger. Thundering after the herd, grim determination painted on his face.

Diving for the caribou's hind leg, Erik wraps his powerful jaws around it. The beast doesn't react as violently as he'd anticipate, but then, perhaps the cat clinging to its front end has something to do with it. He'd prevent any hope of escape, while the rest did their bidding to bring it down.

"Erik"