why dont you caribou-t me?

Erik's teeth sink in, snap bone, rend flesh. His jaws are strong, probably the strongest part of the imposing boy. Hell, it's hard to feel imposing, surrounded by two whole ass big cats. They've been kind enough not to ask questions, and to allow him to come with them... and that's enough. Throwing his weight into the caribou, feeling the beast's fur in his mouth, shredding what he can. Everything is too quiet. Far too quiet for such a bloody, messy process. It makes his sides ache, and leads him to far more worry than he'd like.

All of this, the hunt completed... and he's still no closer to locating his father. Though the shifting breeze said he wasn't far, just where the delusional man had gotten off to was still a mystery. The hunt leaves him with more questions than answers.

"Erik"