Ryan hated what he did. He had never stolen in all his life, but the need was stronger, and he succumbed to temptation.
One hour before
- A lake. We're in luck. - Ryan says, but stops almost immediately.
“Ice, we have to be careful. There are humans camping out there” – Ryan adds mentally, to his wolf.
“They are sleeping. We could go there. They must have water.”
“They also need water”
“Ryan, they don't die of thirst. They grab the car and go buy more. We have to go there”
He sneaks up, and searches, but the bags must be in the tents. When he turns around, he find a small camping cooler box, with several beers, juices and bottles of water.
“We're in luck” - Ryan says, smiling as he takes out two large bottles of water, closing the cooler box again.
When he was about to return, he
