good enough

Erik's nod is grim, but understanding. "Family is tough. It's still better than freezing to death, the strength of wolves is in their numbers." Strain is something he's no stranger to. More of a parent to his younger siblings than his father was to them, treated like an heir in everything but name by a father who hadn't bothered to raise him, and now the caretaker to an old man who was losing his mind. Yeah. Strain is something Erik knows, and knows well.

The boy's amusement is enough to put a rueful smile in the corners of his lips. Erik is quick to take off over the land, thunderous steps bringing him to the mountain goats' flank. All it would take is running them down, pushing them overland with precision, and not letting them get too far to the side. They had the wall to buffer one side, so chase and chase they would. Jaws snapping at the heels of the closest goat, keeping them moving. Precision over speed. Onward.

"Erik"