Grouse Thicket started from the bottom

Screech. She smiled, imagining the process his parents went through when picking out a name for him. "Were you a loud pup or what?" She asked, teasing gently with reference to his name. She could imagine herself doing something like that- naming pups based on how they were when they were born- but she'd likely just come up with something like Potato or Chubby, names that wouldn't necessarily suit them when they got older. Considering the tone of his voice now, it wasn't exactly what she would have chosen for him- but she still kind of liked it nonetheless. "I'd name a kid Screech. Just imagine how well it works- 'SCREECH! Let go of your brother's nasty-ass tail and get back in the den!' She said, doing her best to imitate what she considered to be a nagging mother's voice. She laughed, and shrugged one shoulder. "I like it."

He mentioned the birds, and she was slightly confused when he pointed out that the birds had been tall. She scrunched her nose slightly, trying to think of some kind of tall bird- and she shook her head. "Dunno. I just saw partridges, but they're short and brown." They were technically grouse, but she didn't know the difference. "H'ain't been here long, just kind of been on the move for a couple of months. I take it you're from around here though?" She asked, building her assumption based simply on the fact that he referred to the place as a 'here,' as though it meant something to him. Plus he had a buddy, and friends that called him Screech. He wanted to wait for his friend, and she nodded, sitting down. They could wait, sure- but if he didn't show up soonish, she felt fairly certain she could convince him to hunt just with her. Less to share with!