Munch Them Mammoths [THE HUNT]

It was time to get this hunt going. Asvor stretched out before they were scheduled to all come together, spending some leisure time with Valdis. Surely she'd come home by the end of this feeling exhausted and worse for wear, but hopefully it'd be worth it. They would feast plentifully after this hunt and no doubt have a vast amount of crafting materials to gather from the downed beast. Asvor was interested in what some of the pack might come up with.

She bid her farewells and moved to meet the others once Alarr called. Quickly she joined in behind the rest, admittedly a bit slower thanks to her age but just as persistent. Before long she caught up - though she knew if nothing else she'd be just another wolf to spook these beasts into fumbling somehow, eventually. Her voice joined in the chorus of snarls and barks, trying to startle the mammoths to push forward even harder. Due to their size she was sure such a speed was unsustainable though. Though she did little on her own she kept up with the others, once even nipping at the heels of one of the monsters and urging it forward a bit faster.