dinner bell

Up in arms the moment a strange scent crosses his temporary borders, but Björn⁢ knows that one. He knows it, and he knows it means... well, it could mean news. Though he doesn't ask, and Erik doesn't divulge. There's nothing more or less that he'd be doing, whether or not he had the information. Not so much that he doesn't care, but it... it keeps him safe. Keeps him safe from the monsters in his head, for now.

"What makes you think we need your help?" But his holder brother was already on his way. At this point, Björn⁢ wouldn't say no. Though their relationship could be tense, they're still brothers. With a sharp call for hunters over his shoulder, he too, makes his way down the blood trail. Eyes peeled, nose down low to the ground. Honing in on the beast and its path. Dinner would be theirs soon enough.

"Björn"