Grouse Thicket A Breath of Fresh Grouse

She was focused and both ignored and didn't seemed to hear his further comments about her food. She wasn't sure what to do with this male. It seemed as though he was following her, which she didn't mind aslong as he wasn't hostile and didn't irritate her too much. Still walking towards the sound she began to lower herself into a stalking position as she neared the thudding noise. 

She stopped, quickly, as she began to see what was making the thudding noise. It was  male grouse beating his wings against a fallen tree. First slowly then at a quicker pace before stopping again. No doubt trying to get the attention of some female, but sadly this grouse got the attention of someone else. Slowly she took long strides in her low stance towards the bird, with it's back towards them. She looked over at the male wolf either behind or beside her. Saying without words Don't mess this up or This is mine. 

Her belly was touching the ground as she readied her back legs to pounce on the bird. Waiting for him to begin his drumming again to distract him, then she attacked. Catching the birds side as she turned her head while jumping over the log. It fluttered for a bit before dying in her jaws.