Chicken feathers? I think not!

Aryn made a raspy hoot as the wolf crawled out of his nest- Er, den. she told herself. They call their nests, dens.-She wasn't surprised, she heard the heartbeat of a large animal at the foot of the tree, but rather excited. She loved the cluelessness of the four legged creatures and their second cousins of foxes and dogs and coyotes.

She repeated the greeting gesture and hooted again to get the wolf's attention.