Chicken feathers? I think not!

Charlemagne swished his tail back and forth, feeling a bit uncomfortable by the wolf's lack of response. He looked at the owl again hoping it would do some kind of dance with its feathers so that the wolf would get distracted, giving him a decent 5 seconds to run.

He did not want to meet the wolf's steady gaze, as he felt it could be interpreted as a defiant action. Instead he left his head considerably lower and his ears pinned back against his head. "I want nothing from you friend wolf.." he began, "I was just watching the owl.. pretty interesting fella." he added, shrugging his shoulders casually.

"I bet we cannot catch it" he whispered, he really had no intentions of hurting the bird, but he felt that by switching the wolf's attention to the owl could be the only way for him to escape.