The Night’s Watch loose arrows at an attacking mammoth. Mad from the pain and tramples it’s Wildling handlers.
This is definitely not my best mammoth in the series for a better one look here.
One of the mammoths was running berserk, smashing wildlings with his trunk and crushing archers underfoot. Jon pulled back his bow once more, and launched another arrow at the beast’s shaggy back to urge him on. To east and west, the flanks of the wildling host had reached the Wall unopposed. The chariots drew in or turned while the horsemen milled aimlessly beneath the looming cliff of ice. “At the gate!” a shout came. Spare Boot, maybe. “Mammoth at the gate!” Jon Page 878
