The harder they fall

Rejoining in step with Ulric, the two wolves corralled the fleeing mammoth straight for the edge of the cliff—and without missing a beat, the lumbering animal went toppling into the canyon. Artorias skidded to a stop, his paws kicking up snow and ice while he came closer to the ravine, peering down when he heard the colossal thud. The mammoth was clearly crippled, and the rest of the pack was moving in for the kill. Their plan had worked and their hunt had been a success!

Artorias followed Ulric down into the canyon to join the others, careful with his footing on the way down, lest he end up like the mammoth. Approaching the carcass of the creature was otherworldly. It was so big, so hairy... so smelly! Art cringed away from the stench of the mammoth, the thick scent of blood only helping to offset its horrendous odor a little bit. At Ulric's orders, Artorias stepped forward and began to assist with the skinning and dissection of the body. The hide, once cleaned, would make for yards worth of bedding and blankets, and the meat when butchered could feed the pack for a month. This had been a tremendous victory!

Artorias stayed behind with some of the others to continue to butcher the animal into more manageable parts while others caravanned the meat back to the larders in the castle. It took most of the day, but once the animal had been stripped down to bones and sinew, Artorias grabbed one of the last chunks and headed back home with the spoils of the hunt and a victorious spring in his step.


"Artorias" | Thoughts | "Corbin"