Grouse Thicket started from the bottom

Though they both ended up taking a tumble, Niamh’s laughter continued, softening when she lifted her head and looked down at Screech who gave in without much of a fight. There wasn’t much to him- he was much thinner than she, so she figured she could probably have tackled him without the element of surprise.

Playfully, she clicked her teeth together, as though to nip his cheek but she purposefully missed by a few inches. Chuckling, she booped the tip of her nose against his and got off him, trotting toward the bird she’d killed. With a hungry growl, she laid down and started plucking the feathers from it, pleased that they had had a successful hunt.