Munch Them Mammoths

Asvor was patient as she sat and listened for the ideas to roll in. Álarr responded to each in turn, thinking them through. This was an unfamiliar situation for them all and they'd have to be crafty with what they decided to do. Some suggested running them to trickier terrain, which was a good idea. He seemed to not give much attention to her idea, but it didn't bother her in the slightest. Sometimes bouncing idea off each other was the only way to come to a concrete solution. And finally they had a semblance of a plan. Running them into dangerous terrain was the best option, specifically the gorge not far from here.

In the meantime they'd have to prepare. Asvor wasn't sure she'd have time to concoct any sort of poison that would have any effect on these massive beasts but maybe she could come up with a weapon of sorts. She'd definitely put on her helmet, though that wouldn't do much damage to a mammoth at least it'd offer her some marginal protection. Other than that, though Ares was tasked with laying in wait the rest would have to drive the herd and try to pick one apart from it, doing as much damage as they could in the process. Asvor nodded in agreement, brainstorming what she could possibly do to help speed up their hunt.