Munch Them Mammoths [THE HUNT]

Dagrún waited eagerly for the hunt to get started. She couldn't wait to see one of these creatures up close and while she had been told not to climb them she still debated about whether or not she was going to actually listen to the instructions. In some ways she'd almost feel safer up on the creature than where she could get trampled. Well, if it weren't for that cliff. That would pose a bit of a problem. Dag was great at climbing things but not so great at getting down off of them.

When Álarr called the start of the hunt Dagrún howled as loudly as she could, an eager and excited call. Ok, finally, time to get going. She bounded forward, diving for the herd with her tail wagging as she bounded through the snow. She snarled and bit at the nearest one. It took a moment for the beast to notice her but when it did it suddenly shuffled to the side like she were some sort of disgusting mouse or bug.