Snowforest Taiga a wandering soul Traveling a well worn road

The man never did close his eyes. Instead, he turned towards him, seeming to sense him there, to see him, though Boris did not wish to be seen. He did not wish to be found - not by a stranger, anyway. Sometimes he pictured the bright eyes of Bronte or Ponyboy lighting upon him through the shadows, delighted to find him after many long months of looking. But of course, they never came.

Sometimes, he wondered if they'd even noticed. They had always been so wrapped up in each other.

Boris ducked down, but the man already called out to him, and with a silent breath he let the rock drop from his jaws. He wouldn't need the stone anymore, anyways; it would only have been the means to the end of distracting the man while he snatched up the pouch and hid himself again. A different tactic now. There was something gentle about the stranger, but how could he know this one wouldn't pull his leg, and he'd end up like papa at the jaws of the cat?

So Boris simply peered around the bush again to see the man who called to him, cool water eyes unblinking.

<33!! aww thank you! I love threading with you :D hehe and he is my runaway sad boy from Brecheliant ;__; Figured if John is looking for lost pups, why not find another? haha! <3