Grouse Thicket Little Bird

Collision moved slow and methodical. Hunting was an art and Collision was not an artist. Still, two was better than one. He breathed heavily until the scent the other was on caught him and he was able to track better. Finding was not the issue--catching was.

Fortunately, a choice had been offered to him, "I'll flush," He glanced towards Rodyn and offered a nod. He began to move forward and found thick brush that was possible. With determined intention he peeled further from Rodyn. If he could get on the opposite side of the grouse, perhaps, when they became aware of his presence they would trail directly into the open jaws of the brown male.

He slinked slowly, silently, until his eyes fell upon one of the fowl. Once it became attuned to his presence, he knew it would explosively flee. He swallowed carefully until he felt brave enough to charge--and pause--at one of the creatures. Hopeful that his plan would work and he didn't come off as a total fool.