never gave a thought to an honorable living

brushes with others of his ilk had been few and far between in the handful of days since he'd bided his little corner of the wilds. the interloper lived in slithers of shade, and in the interim of restful moments, stepped through these shadow-reserves to salute the daylight.

midway through the day he set off from the emberwood and occurred upon a nondescript lakeshore -- a bit of a nest-egg for his dwellings he'd find, with it's tranquility and seeming lack of activity sitting right in his neighborhood in terms of both amenity and physical availability.

feeling dehydrated, oddleif settled to his belly and drank heartily from its waters. with his vision tracing a drift of loons, he pinned back his ears to keep vigilance should someone make the imprudent decision to sneak up near his hind.