Chicken feathers? I think not!

Ferdie von pelt lifted his head and stared at the fox his attention drawn from the owl, Did the fox consider himself a wolf when he called the brute a fellow wolf, for if it thought itself a wolf then Ferdie had a problem with it. It might start behaving like a trespassing wolf, he narrowed his eyes; then his lips flicked up into a smile and then a toothy grin.

Catching you would be easy Ferdie snapped his teeth enjoying the clacking sound they made. You’d be dead if I caught you. it’s the chasing part that would take up to much effort The brute snorted softly.

For wanting to make friends he was doing a very poor job of it, his actions portraying the exact opposite of what he really wanted. That however was the story of his life. Somehow or another that is what he usually ended up doing, and boy did it cause him problems

Ferdie lay his head back down making his gaze level with the two creatures. His voice was softer now, and though he didn’t offer a verbal appology he did relax and try to ease the air about him. I am Ferdie Von Pelt, do you two have names?