Grouse Thicket but we can overcome

Niamh's tail lashed back and forth when she caught the scent of grouse. They were one of her favourite birds to hunt- they were on the ground more than any other bird she knew, and took a few moments to lift their round bodies off the ground, allowing her time to dart in and catch them before they could get out of reach. The tall, blonde female had a good jump to her, as well, so that was always advantageous when hunting birds. There was never as much meat on a bird as there might be on a hare- given the fact that they needed to be light enough to fly- but they were tasty nonetheless. 

She could smell the male nearby, but she was more interested in snagging herself a meal. She crept forward, unknowingly taking a path paralell to the male, but she couldn't see through the thicket to know exactly where he was; other than that he was somewhere nearby. The grouse were near too, and she thought she'd pinpointed their location. Ears folding back, she crouched, and set herself up to pounce.