A Mammoth Task [THE HUNT]

Brandr raced along after their quarry. After delivering his message, Ambi swooped down low so Brandr could again grab his pitch stick. So far the flame managed to continue burning despite his running. He twisted his head, ramming the flame into the creatures lower leg as his companion pecked and hassled it, working to keep it going in the correct direction. The pitch was so sticky that part of it stuck to the mammoth's leg. This had the effect of driving in the burning pain that drove the beast forward at a surprising rate but the loss of the piece of pitch left little of Brandr's own flame. A moment later his torch went out. Brandr tossed it to the side and put on speed as he aimed for the front right leg of the beast. Twisting his head to the side he delivered a blow with his fangs. The hide was thick but not impenetrable.

Ambi's shrill call pierced the air and Brandr realized they were approaching the cliff. He howled out a warning to those in wait and also his fellow pack mates. They almost had it.