Just once he doubled up one of his hind legs, and when it went back the five knives it carried disembowelled the caribou.

They not only disembowelled him, but twisted and broke his ribs as though they were of wood.

Then Thor got up, looked around, and shook himself with a rumbling growl which might have been either a growl of triumph or an invitation for Muskwa to come to the feast.
If it was an invitation, the little tan-faced cab did not wait for a second.

For the first time he smelled and tasted the warm blood of meat.
And this smell and taste had come at the psychological moment in his life, just as it had come in Thor's life years before.

All grizzlies are not killers of big game.