Respond with overwhelming force

There's a process, in picking himself up off the pavement. In being part of a pack that... that runs differently than how he's used to. Things are different here. Far different, though he's catching the learning curve okay. Spending some nights curled up on the floor of the infirmary (by choice, it's not like they didn't offer him a bed, though he swore he didn't need it), some nights curled up in Ember's room. Honestly, he'd been doing a lot of worrying and less training than he should.

But she'd been talking about a round of trainings, and she sounded excited. Like she had something up her sleeve, and Erik took it upon himself to be there for her. Heading out to her call, and arriving with an easy grin on his face. Slipping in before the others, he places a gentle kiss on Ember's cheek before finding a seat.

"Erik"