Snowforest Taiga a wandering soul Traveling a well worn road

He'd watched the man settle in, hungry gaze flicking to the pack of provisions placed carefully near him. As far as Boris could tell, he hadn't been spotted. Not yet. A shift on his still oversized paws; an ache in the pit of his sunken belly.

Tall ears twitched, and he toyed with the small stone clutched in his mouth as he powered at the man from his hiding place. A back up plan, if his first plan fell through; if the man never closed his eyes to let the sun warm him; if he never settled in to some sort of restful stupor that lulled his mind into sleepy serenity, a lowering of his guard.

Boris waited, desperation and patience warring in every shake of his bony legs.

Here's a hungry little thief for you!