Munch Them Mammoths

Katja, having fallen silent, simply watched and listened as the elder wolves planned amongst themselves. As she'd expected, the younger wolves were relegated to the background, the older wolves being given real jobs and instructions while they were more or less to stay out of the way. Well, Katja didn't have long teeth or claws like her littermate did anyway, but even so she would be just as much use as any of the adults who didn't themselves bear mutataions. She lifted her slender, sharp boned head, jaw firming. They'd prove themselves, eventually. They were viking warriors, young yes but not puppies to be kept from danger. They would learn.