Will sniffed lightly at the grass near his feet. It was brown and dying, its crispy outsides protecting the hopefully-green insides. A small frown crossed his face; the food was growing scarce as the winter weather crept slowly into the valley, meaning that he had slimmed down and become more likely to become ill, nevermind the fact that his warm winter fat wouldn't exist, let alone keep him warm.
He sighed and nibbled tenderly at the grass, his dark eyes scanning around him for any green blades left. There were a few, but they were so widespread that he decided to leave them for the next one to come by. He was a giving bugger, he thought, so letting go of the last blades of green grass felt like nothing to him.