The mammoths weren't a populous race, and there hadn't even been ten thousand of them at their peak. Over a thousand warriors had died in the draconian invasion, and another thousand in the volcanic eruption, leaving fewer than six thousand in all.

Surviving, finding a new territory to claim as their own, and searching for food would all be problems in the near future.

The mammoths no longer tried to attack the golden mammoth; his actions in saving them from the volcanic eruptions spoke for themselves.

The golden mammoth was, by now, in a very fatigued state. He didn't know just how long he had been swinging his...