Eric was crouched next to a fire, his bow resting on his legs, his quiver on his back, his hood up over his face. His eyes flickered in the light, amazingly still even as he was on his knees. However, when he heard the movement of Wind, in a second his bow was up and an arrow as pointed at Wind's face. Once he realized who it was he hastily lowered his bow. He then stood up, returning his bow and the arrow to its proper place on his back. He then said," my apologies, my reflexes tend to go to fight when something appears. Let us go then." His eyes glowed briefly and a gust of air extinguished the fire.