Grouse Thicket Little Bird

Where Collision may not have had the same skills. His help was a good change.

Rodyn moved out and around. Setting up a fair ways away so that hopefully, if all went well. The grouse would race right into his waiting jaws. He hoped it worked out.

The grouse screeched and in a flurry of dust and wings ran towards Rodyn. Four of thrm coming right at him. He managed to catch 1 and 2, hoping the other male could grasp at least one or two of the remaining. If not he'd try.

Snap of jaws and vigorous shake as spines broke. It was almost like a dance. Methodical in his movements. The young man had done well in helping.