A mountain river flows into a large, stunning lake. The waters reflect silver in the day and under moonlight. A plain of gentle hills and forests surround the lake. Herds of elk are native here.
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!
Since finding himself in there lands, Renya had kept quietly to himself. To be completely honest, he could not remember everything that had happened in his life prior to coming here. It was as if a dark cloud lingered in his mind, smothering and blocking out certain memories. There were flashes of things that he would remember or see of course but many things were never solid and always just out of grasp. It was a frustrating thing, making him feel all but useless. What if they were important?
Growling under his breath, he pushed forward with determination. He would find some way to work this frustration out of his system some way or another. It was not soon after that the calling sounds of a creature reached his ears. Blue eyes narrowed in suspicion as vague recognition tickled at the back of his mind. Creeping forward, it did not take long to find and spot the feathered beasts grouped ahead. The faint echo of a memory whispered to him, the past trying to stir up as recollection of seeing these before came to him. It was possible he supposed but there was no way to know for sure while his mind was in this useless state.
Motion caught his eye followed by the familiar scent of pack as he shifted slightly to observe another male creeping toward the birds. From his stance he is clearly hunting them though he appeared to be alone. An ache in his chest formed, urging him to move forward in his own hunting stance but he held himself back for a moment, choosing instead to observe and see where might be best to jump in if he chose to do so.
Malachi had not noticed the stranger, at least not yet. The wolf was focused on the birds that dared to walk so bravely in front of him. Either too brave or stupid to notice him! He could almost laugh, but staying silent would be his best bet.
He crouched down into positing, ready to pounce. C'mon.. Just a little closer! he thinks. Malachi held his breath, and then when the Tom turkey comes close enough Malachi pounced! He was close, but his pounce misses, making him give chase when he notices the stranger. They smelt like Duskorna! Malachi found himself herding the turkey their way. "hey you! Help me catch this bird! Malachi calls out, his feet leading the chase as his fangs ran the bird towards the other wolf.
