Munch Them Mammoths

Dagrún had been sticking around Fireside since winter had arrived. The chill of spring continued to keep her close to home. Besides there wasn't anything in particular she needed to do outside of pack lands as she was focusing on her training. She was nearly a year old and eager to move into the ranks of Fireside's warriors. She didn't know yet if she'd seek to be a raider or a guard but she knew she wanted one of those ranks and she'd been working hard to make an impression on the alpha. There was no way he could deny her! She was on her way to find someone to spar with when she heard Álarr calling for the pack. It sounded like a hunt and she bounded toward the call. A hunt was as good of exercise as any and she felt she was definitely old enough to participate.