Grouse Thicket You tried to be the robot king

@Embry

Niamh was well aware that the Redhawks didn't exactly claim the thicket as their own- but as it bordered their territory, and the only accessible part of their pack, she felt somewhat protective over it, and wasn't best pleased to find the scents of several loners lingering in the area. She told herself to buckle down, but her spirit wasn't having it. Part of her wanted to start marking the area out of spite- it was her favourite hunting grounds, as birds were her specialty- and she didn't want lone wolves taking from her personal supplies, or scaring them off either. The scrubby landscape was one of her favourite places to go, and she had to seriously convince herself not to start marking borders around the thicket. 

The grouse had already been more or less spooked, so she couldn't find much to hunt. Maybe a rabbit or something, then, she thought, but it seemed like the area was devoid of prey. As per usual, Niamh was hungry, and wanted something to eat- maybe she could fish? It seemed like a good idea- but she hadn't the faintest idea how to do that. Nevertheless, she headed West, toward the river to see if she could try her hand at fishing.