Mammoth Mess [HUNT!]

Mæva worked carefully to mold pine pitch to the end of a splayed stick which she then lit on fire with the help of her lemur. The torch was lit not a moment too soon for Jynn then called the hunt to order with what was definitely not a howl but Mæva got the gist of it. She bounded forward, twisting her head to the side so that her torch was up and burning, the flame holding well against the speed of her run. Thankfully there was no wind today, just a calm eeriness of winter rather than the singing birds of spring. Mæva kept an eye out on Jynn's movement and when she saw the long-legged woman zero in on a yearling bull she followed suit. Mæva slipped to the other side, seeking to hold her flame close to the hind leg, letting the heat and pain drive the mammoth in the direction they wanted.