Chicken feathers? I think not!

The tip of the fox's tail, brushes against the ground, he then began tapping it impatiently as he stared at the wolf and the owl. He then heard the wolf claim that it would be easy for him to catch him. A threat?, he thought wrinkling up his nose, he still didn't think the wolf would catch him with ease, but he was stubborn so Charlemagne decided to leave the comment lingering in the air.

He then went ahead and introduced himself. Ferdie Von Pelt, the name ringed in his head, quite a peculiar name.. He offered him an amused smile and gave a jovial bark, "My name is Charlemagne"