Grouse Thicket maybe i'm not listening

The stranger moved forward to investigate the apples, clearly (at least clearly to Dash) terrified by the idea of a witch's curse. 

"Dunno.. I was hungry. I didn't know they were cursed!" Dash argued defensively, only just managing to prevent himself from sinking into a heavy pout. Being a lone wolf in the winter sucked balls; in the past few months Dash had eaten so much unbelievably disgusting shit. These cursed apples actually ranked fairly low on his list of worst meal choices. 

"We got to kill the other witches," Dash said conclusively, turning back to the grouse. "To kill the curse," he explained further. Made perfect sense, right? He leapt toward the grouse once more, and this time his paw came down upon one of the birds. It shrieked as its wing was bent into the ground, and Dash released it in surprise. It attempted to fly away but crashed back to the ground, wing obviously injured. 

"You suck at being a bird, witch!" Dash taunted the creature. "Can't even fly.." he mumbled.