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 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.
