Boris walked to the edge of the forest, and stared out into the cool shadows. He knows he shouldn't enter....but he's so hungry, and the scent of prey from the trees is so [i]strong[/i]. He licks his lips, his growling belly paining him once again. He takes a few hesitant steps into the trees, and sniffs around hopefully. He can smell so much prey, but he can also smell those wild cats that live out here. He knows he'll have to be quick. He follows the scent of a mouse, and quickly pounces on it, biting it's neck to keep it from escaping. He looks around, near fanatically. [i]No sign of them....[/i] He begins eating the mouse in quick gulps, looking around nervously.