Hoshor Plains he's got hungry eyes

Late afternoon, light rain, overcast sky, 6°C. Tag for @Alexandre

Light rain drizzled down from the overcast sky, coating Maksim's pelt in a layer of tiny water droplets which made it appear as if his pale fur were glistening. Maksim paid no mind to the rain, only acknowledging it with the occasional shake of his pelt as he travelled through the steppe. 

He remained always on the look out for food; an un-eaten carcass to scavange or an easy hunting opportunity to take advantage of, should one present itself. So far though, Maksim had not had any luck. He lifted his head to peer across to the small herd of bison which grazed peacefully on the tall grass in the distance, and sighed. Despite his grumbling stomach, it seemed he would go hungry for another day.