Grouse Thicket Smile costs nothing

@Percival 

The sudden cold-wave that had hit the wilds, had forced Wraen to leave the hollow she usually shared with her sister and move in with the other Firebirds at the nest. Though it was a little difficult to find a comfortable corner with enough private space in the communal den, the warmth of many wolves that also slept there made it a small price to pay compared to the gains. 

One frozen crow she had found during her morning round in the copse had inspired Wraen to check out the second nearest place, where larger birds, called grouse, were known to dwell. She was realistic enough not to expect an ice-glazed flock just waiting for her to pick them up one by one. On her arrival she was lucky to find some scattered feathers and fresh droppings and set out to follow the trail and see, how the birds were faring.