Munch Them Mammoths [THE HUNT]

Katja had loped along in silence along with the rest of the hunters as they approached the herd. Her half-brother and one of the strangers had split off to the gorge and would presumably be prepared for their arrival. She didn't know her half-brother well - hopefully he was not the feckless sort and would, in fact, be ready. She stretched her muscles carefully as they waited, and then came her uncle Alarr's signal, and Katja bounded forward through the snow. At first as silent as she'd been on the way there, and then as her small form darted around behind the herd like a sheepdog she began to bark and snarl, the sharp threatening sounds accompanied by her throwing herself at the back legs of one mammoth as her sister did, and slashing with her fangs before leaping away again with a salvo of barks. Regardless of how large they were, one couldn't ignore something biting at you for long, and the mammoth moved ponderously to threaten them with its huge tusks. That wouldn't do, they needed it to run, not stand its ground. Frustrated, Katja barked and snarled in its face, dancing back and forth.