Duskfire Glacier With a little bit of luck

If first impressions counted, Danica was off to a good start. Her mischief charged him, and at the suggestion he take the lead, the Kalderon bowed his head in playful jest. "It would be my pleasure." With that Malachi danced his gaze to the flock and sized them up. The birds were now scattered about more than before, which would make an ambush more difficult. But that was the fun in it.

Malachi's thoughts churned and he surveyed the birds a second longer, then turned back to Danica with a glow in his eyes. He spoke in a hushed voice, as if the birds would hear him if he didn't, and felt a tingle of excitement as the details of a fresh plan flowed through his mind. "I have a different idea." He paused at that, and waited to see if Danica would be up for an altered plan of attack. He didn't know what kind of wolf Danica was, and he hadn't a clue if his idea would work at all, but he was willing to take the risk of failure if Danica was willing to take the risk with him.