The wind cut across his face. Behind him was his people, cold and starving. In front lay the only thing that might save them. 3 days of tracking this beast. 3 days of not eating or sleeping. Staying right behind. Looking for an opening.
And then it came.
The beast had wandered into a rocky area and the fur covered figure made his move. The mammoth raised its head and and turned immediately to face its pursuer.
The snow caked furry figure stopped and braced with his spear.
The mammoth vocalized its intentions and started to charge.
The valley sounded of thunder...
