Wapun Meadow bad to the bone

The wolf spoke once more, a very particular and refined accent flowing with her words. The small fox blinked at her, studying carefully the only side of her face that was visible.

"It's a pretty meadow, filled with flowers and such.." he mentioned, glancing around at the daisies and shrubs surrounding him. "Where do you come from anyways?" he asked imagining the great journeys and sights the wolf must've had.

Then his gaze returned to the wolf, "My! How rude of me" he exclaimed shaking his head, "My name is Charlemagne, and you are?" he barked flicking his tail graciously at the female.