Grouse Thicket started from the bottom

The sound of a call startled him so strongly that his summons for Redshank died halfway, resembling the violent shift in pitch you might expect from a depressed rubber chicken. Screech did not know the voice but once the adrenaline shock wore off he began investigating, eager to find the stranger and figure out if they were friend or foe. It didnt take long - he was emboldened by the fact Redshank wasn't far, so even if Screech met hostility he had some sort of backup available.

The stranger caught his eye moments later; this healthy looking wolf cloaked in cream and gold. They seemed calm enough, maybe even hungry, and so Screech chuffed - motioning quietly to invite them closer in case there was prey nearby. He wagged the tip of his tail as a friendly show for them too, in case he looked menacing with the missing eye and hungry, fatigue-riddled expression on his face.