Malachi has left the bluffs in the cool of early morning, his travels bringing him to The Silver Lake. A place of raw beauty. He was balancing on a tree that has long been fell seasons ago, taking a drink of water, when a sound he's never heard before interrupts him. A loud raspy yelp that sounds like yup, yup, yup, yup. feels his head.
'what in the world is that, Malachi thinks to himself, looking around for the source of the sound. His eyes finally set on the source, a group of birds come into his view.
Tuck, tuck, tuck They were taking to each other.
Malachi found himself hunkering down on his perch where he examines the birds as the carelessly wonder around in the field in front of him that is in the shadow of the mountain. The birds are very plump looking in size, with long naked necks and a small hairless head. Lots of feathers fan out on their tails. They look rather plump too. These would make a great meal...and there feathers and other body parts could be rather useful..
He is careful not to make a sound, silently stalking the birds, trying to get as close as he can before he pounces..
"[ooc notes]: Malachi is hunting turkeys along the borders of Duskorna! Anyone can jump in ;} but be mindful of trespassing!
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