His sharp teeth dug into it as it flopped and struggled.
Thor rose on the logs, but when he saw that Muskwa had taken possession of the fish, he resumed his former position.

Muskwa was just finishing his first real kill when a second spout of water shot upward and another trout pirouetted shoreward through the air.

This time Thor followed quickly, for he was hungry.
It was a glorious feast they had that early afternoon beside the shaded creek.

Five times Thor knocked fish out from under the scum, but for the life of him Muskwa could not eat more than his first trout.
For several hours after their dinner they lay in a cool, hidden spot close to the log-jam.

Muskwa did not sleep soundly.