Grouse Thicket said something dumb like "i'm tired of running"

She had returned to the Thicket after Screech's departure.  There was something about the apples that just kind of made her sad now, but she couldn't stay away from the shady grove.  She'd been wandering in relative silence when a loud huff caught her attention.

Her ears swiveled atop her head as she trudged towards the noise.  Halfheartedly she hoped it was Screech, and the other half of her hoped with an impending sense of dread that it wasn't.

It wasn't.  Are you alright? she called as the collapsed figure came into view, brow furrowed nervously.