Mastodons are Cooler

As he finished arranging the supplies, Red struck a fire and Cai listened intently, ears alert with interest. He didn’t miss the parallels the Heart drew with his story, and nodded quietly to himself, silent acknowledgement that even one of these creatures would be an incredible boon the pack’s wellbeing. Pity the creatures were too large to be contained, if he was imagining them right. Taming some like that would mean a food source for a long time but, he conceded to himself, keeping them well fed would be too costly.

He glanced over the others gathered before he watched Red’s demonstration, then gathered his own portion of the supplies, using the bear claws on his bracers to comb the fibers for ease of wrapping into the pitch. The claws certainly helped to keep the pitch from his toes.

He listened as he set aside his first completed torch and started on another, waiting to see where Red wanted to undertake the hunt itself. He hadn’t seen much of the north yet, having mainly gone east when he explored. He’d seen the Redwoods, and that was just about it.

"If we erect sharpened saplings at the bottom that should make the kill even simpler if it - or they - survives a fall from a cliff."

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think