Grouse Thicket but we can overcome

It had been some time since she'd left the pack, having been too busy patrolling and occasionally learning more ptero from Towhee. She was getting a bit smoother at it, and trying to expand her vocabulary so that like the others, she could speak freely in ptero without having to stop and try to remember the signs for what she was trying to say. She followed the lake to where it dropped off the side of the plateau in a waterfall- affectionately nicknamed Tegan's Tears, apparently- and picked her way dwn the slope toward the area that she'd had the most success hunting grouse- even though she thought they were actually partridge. 

It made her a bit nostalgic, as that was where she'd met Screech...But at the same time, she was in a better place now. She felt close enough to the pack to feel secure, without actually being on or right next to the borders. She bristled slightly, though, when she caught scent of another wolf, but told herself that she had no right to tell him off, as he wasn't actually at the borders. She made her way into the thicket, hoping to nose out a grouse for a meal.