White Eclipse

The snowy brute had lifted his own spirits. He would head to the ranch to catch something there, but he would first try his own luck at this again. He slunched close to the ground, being sure to not be able to be seen clearly. Winter was ending, and his canvas would stay white, and be easier to see. He would worry about that when the time came. He kept his ears pricked forward to catch every sound, and his nose in a way, to get every scent. He awaited for his loose prey...