Maggie had seen two black bears this morning and the sun behind the heavy-hanging clouds he was sure wasn't even far past its crest. Dew clung to his spiky fur as he meandered, mismatched gaze keen as it searched ahead for anymore threats. Bears in spring were dangerous because of the cubs but bears this time of year weren't to be trifled with either, especially when it came to resources. It put Magnus in an annoying position, because he was hungry but hunting anything substantial was just asking for a brazen and hungry bear looking to pack on the pounds to chase him off.
Instead, he trotted with cheerful steps to the river he'd not noticed until recently. The rain made it hard to find the scent of water, but once he'd noticed it Magnus had made a beeline for it. Something to thirst his quench would be good enough for today, he thought with persistent optimism and crouched by the river's edge to lap at the babbling brook. His ears twitched, half listening to the gleeful gurgle of the cool water running over the smooth stones lining its banks, half listening for any encroaching presences.
Instead, he trotted with cheerful steps to the river he'd not noticed until recently. The rain made it hard to find the scent of water, but once he'd noticed it Magnus had made a beeline for it. Something to thirst his quench would be good enough for today, he thought with persistent optimism and crouched by the river's edge to lap at the babbling brook. His ears twitched, half listening to the gleeful gurgle of the cool water running over the smooth stones lining its banks, half listening for any encroaching presences.