White Eclipse

The snowy brute walked silently into the land, held tightly in his strong jaws, the dead carcass of a very badly wounded mountain goat. His eyes rolled about the land in search of a place to drop and eat.
He sat back on his huanches and started eating the meal. He ripped at it with his powerful teeth, intending to get good fresh meat.
His first hunt was a success. His body had moved just the way he intended it to, leading him to a tasty victory. His traveling had made his strength increase by a long shot. He had used his newest strength to catch a good meal.