Grouse Thicket started from the bottom

Niamh nodded, and parted ways with Screech, figuring that it would be easier to hunt a bird solo. They hadn’t discussed strategies, anyway, but she assumed he knew more or less how bird hunting worked. As a lone wolf, prairie birds weren’t too hard to catch, and took less energy as it was all just a dash and a jump.

She scented a few behind a thicket, and crouched, but just as she was about to make a dash for them, Screech did the same not far away for another group of birds and hers startled as well. Both she and the birds had the same anount of warning though, and she was quick to lunge forward. Two grouse floundered clumsily into the air, and Niamh sprang just after they took off. She was able to catch the tailfeathers of one and yanked them clean out. She fell back to the earth with a mouthful of feathers and the bird did its best to fly away, but without a tail, it was a pitiful sight. 

”That one!” She called out to Screech, and began to trail it on the ground, knowing the bird’s flying ability would be significantly hindered. ”Get him when he comes down!” She shouted and sure enough, the bird’s altitude dropped as it tried to fly away, veering this way and that without a tail to help it steer.