Arula was chasing a butterfly when her father caqme to the den, dragging a small furry lump. Arula sniffed it, "What is that thing?"
"It's a mammoth calf." Her father replied, dropping it. Her mother appeared out of the burrow, licking her lips,
"Mammoth for dinner." Arula's mother started eating. Her mother got a small chunk of meat, only as big as Arula's nose, and nudged it to the 3 month old cub,
"Eat." Arula sniffed it. It smelled amazing! She ate it. It tasted like a lizard, only a little more sweet and way more juicy. She chewed up the meat, and swallowed, "I want more.." Her mouth nudged her a bigger piece. Arula took off a chunk, savoring the great taste. If a calf tasted like this, what would an adult taste like?
Eroll was leading the herd through some loose woods, when a doe cried out. Eroll turned, and she exclaimed, "Something took my fawn!" Eroll walked back to where the herd had just come through. With his massive antlers he lifted up ferns and low bushes, revealing a little bit of blood and Andrewsarchus fur. He smlled Andrewsarchus, the fawn, and a little bit of death scent. He stepped deeper into the underbrush. The does were huddling, the mother was sniffling, as if trying to convince herself there was hope that her fawn survived the Andrewsarchus and would come prancing to her as if nothing happened. But Eroll just found some more Andrewsarchus fur. The death scent was wafting into his nose now. Eroll lifted his head, shaking his head sadly and slowly to the herd. The mother cried into another does shoulder, while the rest of the herd tried to calm her down.
(Updating the current events)