[The mammoths aren't really aggressive until you get close, circling together to form a protective barrier so their backs aren't exposed. If just one of them was downed it might be enough to scare away the rest. And if nothing else it'll provide people with something to eat that hasn't been reconstituted. Not to mention a nice pelt and lots of harvestable bones.

Never know when you might need a four foot long femur for something.

Pratt is standing on the outskirts of the camp, watching them while twisting a shovel in his hands. He stalks a little closer and to the left, watching how they react, then to the right, seeing if they follow.]

If we can get one away from the herd we could cull it. Down it. Maybe killing a weak one will send a message to the rest.

[He'll keep pacing, his posture more animalistic than human. He's been around wolves far too long.]