Fabrice follows the wolf from where he can see it move between the branches of the trees he flies over and in between. He starts when the wolf nips at him, stealing a tail feather. For a minute, he looks indignant, flapping his wings impatiently. But then he nudges the wolf with his beak, coming away with a bit of fur in his beak. He lets out something of a squawking noise before taking off again.