In the dewy morning

lets pretend this is set a little after Charlemagne trip to the coast?

A red silhouette flashed by the extensive flat lands, scurring from bush to bush, its little ears glued to his skull as he went. Ahead of the red canid a small field mouse nibbled on a seed, unsuspecting the danger that lurked in a bush a few feet away.

Charlemagne licked his lips as he observed the little creature bring the seed to its mouth, he slowly crept closer, his hind legs ready to propel him into action. Suddenly a scent pretty much like his own with a tinge of saltiness reached his nostrils.

The young fox pricked his ears and forgetting about the tiny mouse he turned, following the scent with his eyes full of curiosity. Finally he came upon the source another fox, just like him, wandering in the forest, with a confused look on his face.

"Hey!" Charlemagne called, raising his tail high into the air and waiting for a response.