The great bear set to work, prying open trash bins with his claws as a normal bear would with a clam. They split open with a shearing sound, and he would poke his nose in go get a good sniff. However a few cans in, he cut his nose on one of the sharp sides of the dissected can. Goliath let out a deafening roar, which ricocheted off the walls of the buildings and off into the surrounding area. On top of that, his nose was bleeding, drops falling onto the floor around his food. This pissed him off, and he bellowed in rage at the can. He swiped at it, his enormous claws shredding it and sending it flying into the building across the street. It hit a window with a crash, broken metal and shattered glass lining the sidewalk. He the turned on the buildings, using his claws to rake the sides, putting large marks in the doors and window frames. His huge, razor sharp talons dug into the wood and brick, clearly showing his size and power. With another enraged roar, he walked over to a nearby car, and neatly pressed down on the roof until it collapsed, flattening it. With his wrath satiated, he walked over to a dark corner and napped. He felt secure that he was alone; the scents of the supernaturals seemed far enough away, and there were no humans in sight. He could get to feeding later, he could take all the time he needed. As he rested, he unconsciously turned back into a human, his shabby clothes and dirty body making him appear to be a traveling hobo.