Grouse Thicket started from the bottom

She looked up just in time to see Screech make a lucky catch, and she grinned, just as she wheeled to leap over another shrub, abandoning the bird whose tailfeathers she'd ripped out to pounce at one that had only just gotten the memo that there was danger in the area. This grouse had obviously opted to hide rather than fly, but in the end, it was a poor decision. She ended its life before it could make a sound, and stood for a moment, oggling the bird that she only now just realized wasn't a partridge. This was bigger than a partridge, and had different feathers, especially around its chest. 

She looked up when something in her peripheral vision came hurtling toward her, and at the last moment she was able to snap the bird Screech had tossed her out of mid air. She laughed through the feathers, spun in a circle and with a whip of her head, sent it flying back toward him. Without hesitation, she then bounded toward him, and with a playful growl, pounced, hoping that throwing the bird back at him had been enough to distract him for a moment so she could catch him off guard.