Eric had been on the verge of mourning his only son when the feeling of the boy popped into his being. He'd known the very second that Pastor John Tudor had appeared within The City, and had begun to seek him out - albeit slowly. Now he could feel the newborn's panic and fear almost as if it was his own.
Using every ability at his disposal - flight, speed, reflexes, and on - Eric sought out his progeny. He found the boy in an alley, panting as if he were a human still.
He landed nearby, not wanting to cause too much of a startle. "You're okay." he said, uncharacteristic kindness - the sort of thing only his progeny would ever really see - filling his tone.