Gyrfalcon's Keep At the Base of the Mountain

The little fox buried his nose in his shoulder as he patiently waited for the bird to get bored and leave, suddenly the wolf that was standing near by, approached the shrub Charlemagne had taken as cover, it's heavy pawsteps shaking the ground.

The fox waited anxiously for the wolf to stick its snout in the shrub in an attempt to catch him but instead he hovered over his hideaway creating a barrier between him and the prey bird. After a few minutes the wolf leaned over and with soothing words invited the fox to come out.

Charlemagne stuck out his face, sniffing curiously at the wolf, then he stepped out with confidence. Even if wolves tended to react badly to his presence he had met wolves who liked to have him around. Like the pretty female that had raced him one day.

"Thanks" he barked, with a swish of his bushy tail, "I must cross the mountain you see, I'm looking for something" he explained, his yellow eyes held a glint of excitement.