Looking down into the small basin below us, we saw five large furry mammoths grazing through the thick carpet of snow beneath them, brushing it aside to reach the grasses underneath.
Roughly 12 feet up to the shoulder, the mammoths were giant creatures, filled out nicely with a good amount of meat and fats, while long, curved tusks sprouted from their mouths.
Some had two, others had four; no matter the amount, each tusk was three or four feet long and sharpened to a point, capable of piercing and goring out a person easily.
Not only that, but the mammoths size was a weapon in and of itself; a simple stomp or flailing of their trunks would break quite a few bones in your body from the impact alone, not counting wherever you might land.
Crouching besides Valaka, I saw her draw one of her long, thin knives, her eyes narrowed as she gestured towards the grazing animals.
"We'll draw one away from the rest of the herd, and once its separated, we pounce."
