Grouse Thicket maybe i'm not listening

Dash allowed the other wolf's words to draw his attention away from the grouse once more. The suggestion took a moment to register, but once it did so Dash's eyes lit with understanding. 

"Water! Of course!" Hadn't he heard some story when he was a kid where water melted witches? Or was it, you threw a witch into the water to test whether it was a witch? There was something about water and witches, Dash was sure. The other wolf was right, water was the cure. "Don't be ridiculous, water can't be cursed," Dash scoffed, completely oblivious to the much more severe ridiculousness of his own statements and behavior. 

"'Kay, peace out, scout," Dash slurred his farewell, starting off in the direction of the creek. After a few moments of fighting through the thick undergrowth he would forget his mission and begin stumbling around aimlessly, a blissful smile plastered across his face. 

Feel free to let this be a fade!