Bruce was in a clearing, enjoying a rabbit he had just killed for his own stomach. The rabbit wouldn't be enough to fill his stomach, but it would hold him over until he could get a larger amount of food. The sun hit his fur and the dark red tint was visible with the wisp of his black fur. He finished off the rabbit and stayed in position for a moment before he decided to get up. He started to make his way towards his den, which was in the side of a mountain. Instead, he was distracted by another rabbit that took off across his path, he chased after it but lost it quickly to its own rabbit hole. He let out a long, low growl and went back towards the clearing, hoping it would drag the rabbit out of its hole. Bruce sat down and waited for some sort of movement that would seem to feed the energy his large body used throughout the day.