Sun Mote Copse He said I'm fabulously rich

He eyes the wolf closely and unreadably as it barks, dipping into something of a downward dog pose, tail wagging. He was not an unintelligent creature; this was a signal for play. Quite atypical for a wolf confronted with a bird. But Sinaht would not complain- even with his talons, when it came down to it, it would always be his life on the line. So a oddly playful wolf was much preferable to a violent one. 

He's amused by the boy, but hides it behind his poker face. Black talons shift on the branch, not bothering to come down any lower. Instead he opens his beak to offer a solemn greetings. to the creature. They were predator and prey, but there was no rule against a light-hearted conversation.