Rarr, Ogg, Tark and Frygga looked down into the valley at the small herd of mammoths. Rarr thumbed the blade on his newly knapped axehead, Tark flexed his bow, while the other two leant casually on their spears.
The hunters knew that if they could bring down just one of the shaggy behemoths it would provide enough meant and skins to see the tribe comfortably through the rest of the season. However, they were not alone. There was an old wolves' den in the valley and it was unclear how many occupants it currently housed
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It is mid-term here in sunny Ireland, and my wee lad decided it was time for another hunt. He's only eight, so we kept it simple, but it was great to be able to game with him.
https://irregularwars.blogspot.com/2019/02/a-mid-season-hunt.html