Otter Creek vice

hoping for @Jawahir but aw
late evening, 64 F

The shadows kept him hidden so far. He had moved only at night and used the daylight hours to sleep. He had survived off other animal's leftovers and small animals he could catch at night. But he had survived on far less. He thrived in survival mode; it was familiar. He knew what to expect and how to stay alive. 

The scent of water piqued his interest tonight. He would risk uncloaking himself from the darkness to quench his thirst only because he had to. Sayf was careful about it, though. He sat near the water beneath the safety of a thicket for a while, getting a feel of the place as his senses became tuned in to the area.

Only when he was sure he was alone did he step out into the moonlight and over to the edge of the creek. Still, he scanned the area once, twice, three times before lowering his head to drink. As he pulled the cool liquid into his mouth, his eyes never stopped watching. One sign of trouble would surely send him fleeing back to the safety of darkness.