Duskfire Glacier With a little bit of luck

Oh Malachi. I don't think birds work this way.

Danica gave ear, and Malachi waved his tail in delight. He wasted no time in pitching his idea, and retained the same hushed voice as before. "I don't think the birds'll be much surprised if we tear through them again. They know we're here, so let's play to that." He turned from Danica and danced his gaze over the flock, mentally running through his proposal again. "We'll start on opposite sides, like before, but we'll move around the flock in a circle and shorten our distance between us and the birds with each rotation." Hopefully that would round the scattered birds back to the main mass. "We'll keep pressing closer until they're packed tight." His eyes lighted back on Danica. "Then - when we're still circling them - we'll attack."

Of course, there was always the possibility the birds would gain air before the two even came close to rounding them up, or that their herding would force the birds into an avian tornado instead. But Malachi knew their endeavour could prove a success, and they would only find out if they tried.