Grouse Thicket Bonnie and Clyde

@Wren

They travelled for a while now, weeks maybe. They were getting closer to the coast with each passing day, he could smell it. That same salty air that welcomed him here in Teekon upon his earliest days here. They were lonely back then, with less than welcoming folk as far as he could remember. Most were rather unpleasant, but maybe now, with Wren, it would be different now than it was back then. 

He left her side earlier in the morning for a quick hunt. The scent of bird was thick in the air even now in the middle of winter. He was only gone an hour or two, retuning to where he and Wren had rested for the night with a mouth full of a couple of grouse he managed to snag quickly. They hung limp in his maw by the neck as he approached the makeshift den (to keep them warm and safe from winter's cold touch).