Grouse Thicket started from the bottom

It took a few days of mindless travel for Screech to get from the muddy slough to the swamp, but when he noticed the ground becoming more water than mud, he knew he'd reached his limit. So instead of continuing southward, he headed west — and that was how, many messy detours later, he wound up in the thicket. It was incredibly quiet among the trees. If there were birds here, he likely was walking right by them and the underbrush was keeping them hidden. Then again, he didn't know what this place was called let alone what prey frequented the area — so he moseyed his way through, his pace having slackened considerably in the past day or so because he was slowly running out of energy. Mindful of this, he lifted his nose to the sky and called for @Redshank — maybe together they could find something to eat and get some life back in their bones.

Set around April 6th - 8th. Tagged for mention, but open!