The boy is quick to get to work. Erik thinks of his own younger brothers with an unsettling pang, a troubled feeling in his chest. With Delphi's fall and everyone scattering, Erik hadn't given the support they needed or deserved. All of his energy focused on his father... right. Can't let too many things catch up to him at once, it's a downright death sentence up here. Instead he channels the shitty feelings into the sticks.
At least until he's satisfied with the pile. "That's enough of those. The hole needs to be deep enough to put the sticks in upright. They'll stab our prey, when we drive it to the hole." Erik gives a nod of approval, assessing the skewering sticks before setting them aside. Right. They have a hole to dig. He'd get to it, occasionally looking up to ensure the child was helping as well.
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coded by NachoMumma
Warning: posts from this character often involve body horror.
Erik has a Norwegian forest cat that is assumed with him at all times.
