Grouse Thicket A Breath of Fresh Grouse

A singular ear twitched, cold eyes watching as the nameless female settled her catch down before her paws, the brute's sapphire eyes watching as she attempted to free her mouth from the birds feathers. A light chuckle passed his maw as he observed with slight amusement. Feathers were a bothersome thing when it came to dealing with birds, a reason why Van hardly entertained in the catching of the fluttery beasts.

His white and silver tail swayed behind him casually, head lifting some as he caught the sound of the woman's voice. Looking to her slowly, Van merely tilted his head to the side with a smirk, ”It is, yes.” He said. Cold sapphire eyes peered down to the bird at her paws, the male's head giving a couple nods before his voice fell from his white maw, ”Have to say, I'm pretty impressed.” The young wolf straightened his posture as he remained still, loosening his shoulders some as he glanced back to the female, ”So, does this grouse hunter have a name?” Van asked as he stood quietly with a smile, eyes staring at this nameless wolf.