Grouse Thicket started from the bottom

Niamh was releived to find that it was an all in or all out sort of situation- there were no expectations for her, which had always worked to her advantage. Not that she was afraid to commit- she simply didn’t see the point to it. But having a solid hunting partner was an asset.

”Sure! I’m starved.” She said, standing up and shaking out her coat. ”They’re like...Snack sized. Rabbit sized, and brown.” She said. ”They can fly, but they hide in the brush. Might get one each? They’ll all fly up at once so we gotta dash in and jump to catch one.” She said. Of course, the thicket was full of grouse, not partridge- but Niamh had only smelled the birds, and hadn’t seen them to know they were hunting something quite different.