Like today. His stomach rumbled loudly at the thought of taking from the caches, just a small snack but he shook his head, his tattered ear flapping around as he did. He only ate from the caches when there was something to replace it with. And for the last two days, he had nothing to replace whatever would be taken from the cache if he ate. And his stomach was protesting against such treatment.
But Ambrosia quelled the worst of its grumbling with water, feeling somewhat bloated from the amount he had drunk not a minute ago but it was easily ignored.
Take only what you give back. Had become his motto these last few days, particularity whenever his stomach was too loud. Take only what you can give back. And he wasn't about to push his luck. He was only on probation right now and he knew what that meant.
One toe out of line and he'd be chased out before being able to truly prove himself. And in this season, he didn't want that. Not that he'd want to be chased out any season. But winter especially could be very dangerous.
It was nearing evening now, or so his body clock told him. It was overcast, the clouds dark and heavy looking.
But that didn't matter. The evening patrol wasn't going to do itself so he set off towards the border, keeping his eyes peeled on his way there in case something wanted to surprise him.