He was fat, and sleek, and powerful.

His eyes, no larger than hickory nuts, were eight inches apart.

His two upper fangs, sharp as stiletto points, were as long as a man's thumb, and between his great jaws he could crush the neck of a caribou.
Thor's life had been free of the presence of man, and he was not ugly.

Like most grizzlies, he did not kill for the pleasure of killing.

Out of a herd he would take one caribou, and he would eat that caribou to the marrow in the last bone.