Grouse Thicket but we can overcome

Once in the shadow of the thicket, Kodlak could feel the ground shift beneath him. Hircine was there and would aid him in his hunt. The grouse would provide for a decent meal and he would be able to trek further on. The other hunter had done well to keep themselves low and hidden, for the Nordic wolf did not see them in the nearby vicinity. Still, his sea-glossed eyes were set on the same feathered prize.
 
Pulling their scent and moving himself accordingly, Kodlak crouched low and his limbs became rigid in preparation for the spring that would follow. The warrior inched forward, barely making a sound against the thicket floor as he prowled. Not wishing to frighten the birds away, he held himself at a short distance until he had pinpointed a location for them. Only then did he move with determination; only then did he make an effort to close some of that space. His broad shoulders did not make for an agile fellow, but he was well versed in the ways of the hunt and he did not falter when met with the thick tangle of underbrush.
 
A well-aimed leap, and he would be in the thick of the hunt.