Grouse Thicket started from the bottom

Screech didn’t seem to be as amused by her speculation regarding his name, so with a somewhat awkward smile she told herself to tone it down a touch. Not all wolves liked her sense of humour- a couple of her older siblings and uncles hadn’t cared for her rambunctiousness when she’d been younger- but at least her brother had enjoyed it. 

He wasn’t terribly clear about where exactly he was from, but still she got the impression he hadn’t wandered too far from where he’d been born. He and his friend had chosen to settle down- and she was quite surprised when he invited her to join them. ”Really? Like start a pack?” Her brother had joined up with a gang of yearling males to do the same. ”Or just kind of band together with no label?” She wasn’t sure she wanted the committment of a pack- but simply having others around for the benefit of hunting was appealing to her.