Mammoth Mess [HUNT!]
06-21-2021, 07:06 AM
Apollinaris gripped his torch tightly as he waited for the signal from the leader, his own gaze picking over the herd. The woman chose and signal led the attack, which meant it was time for him to act. Teeth clamped down on the bark in his mouth as he launched forward, making his way to the intended target. The blazing of his companions' torches matched his own as he ran forward, his legs moving swiftly in the snow. Each woman holding a torch was on either side of the young animal, so Apollinaris took up his spot at the rear. The others could drive it with fire on each flank and he would keep it moving from behind with the threat of fire at its tail. It was a bit difficult to hold his torch just so, but he managed - and crained his neck to touch the beast with licking flames to show he did not wish to stop.