Grouse Thicket thai sweet chilli

Anyone up for some grouse hunting? :)

Lucky for Lysander, a thin bank of clouds had rolled in overnight and blocked out the worst of the sun’s fierce rays, making for a warm yet breezy day ahead. He was tracking an elk, pausing every now and then to relocate it’s trail among the swishing grasses. A wolf as young and as inexperienced as him would no way take on one alone, but he just wanted to see where it headed. Probably back to its herd, that’s what most of these hoofed things seemed to do, or wander round until it met its unfortunate demise.

Wetting his nose, he stopped beneath a tangle of foliage and sniffed the air. Shit. Somewhere along the way he’d managed to lose it. Grumbling quietly to himself, Lysander nosed at a prodruding twig with a halfhearted snap - the same time a small bundle of thing darted out of the brush with a blur and a hurried flap of wings and almost collided right with the pale boy’s face. Welp. These birds may not have been the elk he was after, but at least they seemed easy to catch, and where one was, surely there were more?