The harder they fall

The thundering sound of the stampeding mammoths grew louder and louder. She could almost feel the ground starting to shiver underneath her paws. "Lúta, here it comes!" Raga yelled out to her, diving out of the way as a large form tumbled over the lip of the canyon. Lúta braced herself, scanning the beast as it smashed into the ground. She noted the angle it had landed and could swiftly conclude that at least two of its legs were broken and likely its spine for the hind legs didn't seem to be moving. The beast struggled and as Dunkan went for the back Lúta used her feline claws to climb up the creature and latch onto its throat. Her head thrashed as her claws dug in. The mammoth tried to seize her with its trunk but it was so weak from the fall and fading swiftly that it soon perished. She released her grip and sat aside for a moment, relieved the hunt was finished.