Otter Creek burn the streets

the air was growing sharper- sometimes to a point where if he dared inhale too quickly it would sting at his throat and eyes would well up with hot, salty water. he knew well what it signified even if he had yet to experience the grasp of winter in all its might. he could certainly conclude however that he was not a fan of the cold, it made quick work of his sickly frame and settled deep into his bones, rendering him quite useless at times. that had become quite a primary concern of his; oh and the food thing wasn't too great. 

although the boy had proven to be a skilled scavenger, skulking about with the ravens and foxes and well, at times like this it could be debated that such a skill was more useful than the ability to hunt. what use was hunting when there was nothing to catch? of course reif's abilities came down to little more than a lack of both pickiness and pride. his mind had little time for the 'enjoyment' of food or the honour in being a predator, he got his fuel to stay alive however he had to. although..he had to admit he'd enjoyed when his lack of independence hadn't been a direct issue to his health, having his mothers give him food had been an unappreciated luxury and he often wonders should he return to the mountains. 

he's not sure why he doesn't, the lands have been aloof in his efforts to connect and discover and the wolves...well, wolf. after the sharp tongued boy reif had taken to keeping to his own company. he didn't need others and definitely did not want to risk the safety of him or stick to do something as meaningless as converse. yet as his paws carry him through the swaying grasses; the engraved tree limb gripped securely in his jaws; he does not even glance towards the looming peaks. right now his focus belongs to the burning thirst in the back of his throat and the trickling sound that had guided him to this water source. quick to dispatch his load on the bank, the pallid creature leans forth to meet the water source; relishing in the cool liquid sliding down his throat. yet in his reverie he fails to notice the presence of another until pulling back, tongue swiping the lingering droplets away and sage eyes falling right upon the form of another young boy.

in a motion he's frozen, sage eyes flickering warily as he regards the other carefully, uncertain as to if he's already been caught or not.