Grouse Thicket but we can overcome

Niamh inched forward, pausing when she heard the rustle of feathers or a soft note made by the birds. As of yet, she was unnoticed, which was perfect. With birds, tact had to be used- it was imperative that she get as close as possible, or the birds would take off before she could catch them. She squinted, doing her best to peer through the underbrush, and could just barely make out the colour of their dark tailfeathers through the bramble. Close enough, she thought; all she'd have to do now was leap, so she prepared herself, and with a quick wriggle of her haunches, she pounced. 

Niamh managed to hit the ground on the other side of the brush that had been blocking her view before the birds took off, but it was just before, in mid-air, that she caught sight of the other wolf. She was surprised, so she stumbled when she landed, and had to scramble to get her feet underneath herself in order to bound again, now that the birds had started taking off. It was a messy scramble, but she did her best.