Chicken feathers? I think not!

OCC: jumping in because I can ... hope you don't mind

The small fox treaded through the high grass, clinging to the shadows as the sun began dissapearing behind the horizon. As many other creatures, Charlemagne enjoyed the night time, it was far more secretive and exciting in his opinion. It was when the lights went out that the real fun began.

He stopped at the base of a tree, and raised his head taking in the scents around him in search of a potential meal. Suddenly a couple of feet away from him a quick shadow sank into the ground, and shot up again, taking what seemed to be a small mouse in it's grasp.

Charlemagne, watched astonished as the creature poised itself on a tree branch. He had never seen such a creature, the only feathered critters he had ever come across were pesky vultures that just like him, liked to pick at the remains. But this bird was different..

Curiosity broiling in his belly, Charlemagne stepped out of his hideout, and faced the tree the bird was perched in, his eyes blinking at her with intrigue. "Ello!" he yapped.