Mammoth Mess [HUNT PREP FOR LONERS]

He'd been seeing the massive beasts around. The creatures easily 100 times his size, but the dwarf had no way of hunting one on his own. Lucky for him, he was nearby when he heard the call. "Ye hear tha' Knut? It's a hunter's call! This migh' be our chance te hunt one 'o them gigantic beasts!" Eager and excited to take one of those creatures on, he scrambled around the rocks and practically bolted through the nooks until he came upon a large group of wolves. Though he found the spiky furred girl quite peculiar and interestingly enough, she was smaller than him! He couldn't help but get a little giddy about that fact simply for the fact that his whole life, he was the smallest wolf he knew of. Until today! He weaved his way among the throng of wolves until he stood near her (though not close enough to invade her personal space) and the smallish heathen nodded to her, a smile splitting his lips. "Oi! I want in on this grand huntin' party ye got goin'! Name's Gimli!" He stood at the ready, waiting to see what the plan was for taking one of these things down.