Grouse Thicket Birds flying high

@Phox 

Today she found the thicket, the smell of birds grabbing her attention. She immediately brightened and tracked down the birds, spotting a nest with eggs inside. There were feathers everywhere and she turned her head, spotting a lifeless bird laying nearby. She blinked once and poked at it with a paw "little bird?" she whispered. No response or movement was given and she furrowed her brow, picking it up gently and placing it on its nest "Warm babies. Careless mother" she scolded, understanding death. She had never seen death, never heard of it, never been taught what happened when the cycle of life had ended. For this sheltered woman, everything had been hidden from her, every prey delivered to her already dead and some explanation given that twisted why it didn't move.


She wondered why a mother would be so careless as to fall asleep and not warm her babies. She had done what she could for the family and as such wandered away, finding a bush of berries to snack on. She used her lips to pry the sweet fruit off the branches, wagging happily as she made note to bring some to Mars.