Kintla Flatlands fluorescent adolescent

The yearling offered a sheepish grin and shrugged, "Ha! Yeah" he laughed as he flicked his tail behind him like a cobra waiting to strike. The wolf didn't look threatening, so Charlemagne took the liberty to allow his muscles to relax.

The pretty female introduced herself and with a promt nod Charlemagne did the same. "My pleasure, my name is Charlemagne" he yapped dipping his snout slightly.

Then the craziest idea ran through his mind, perhaps he could challenge the wolf to a race! After all it didn't seem like the female had anywhere to be, and he was bored so...why not?

He dropped into a playing bow an swished his tail fropm side to side. Other foxes might've said he was insane for asking a wolf to play. But Charlemagne didn't care, he had done it before eventhough he almost never got more than a mocking laugh and a snarl.

Maybe she'd be different? Whatever, it's worth the shot, he decided, swishing his tail around once more.