Grouse Thicket A Breath of Fresh Grouse

Watching her curiously with his cold stare, Van decided to remain still as he observed her change in position silently. A single ear twitched as tilted his head, watching intently how she suddenly began to stalk toward a certain direction, dark silver ears listening to the familiar thudding sound they had heard earlier. Remaining where he stood, Vandal continued to watch the female as she quietly crept her way closer toward a clearing, closer to the source of the noise.

As he was about to take a step forward, the silver and white male caught her sudden look of seriousness, her silent message to him having instantly been read. Taking that step forward, Vandal continued onward lightly footed as he gradually crept his way toward the she-wolf, cold sapphire eyes watching as she then took the opportunity to strike the bird. A smirk formed its way across his muzzle as she leapt over the log for the creature, the young male looking on as she grappled with the thing till it finally died within her jaws.

Offering an impressed bow of his head, black leathery lips parted and the brute spoke out, ”Bravo, I must say.” Tail giving a small sway behind him as he approached slowly, stepping over the log and into the clearing.