Lion Head Mesa Curiosity killed the cat, but the cat died knowing

Haizel tilted his head, thinking for a moment. He bent down, looking at his chest, or his paws, since the other looked nervous and he didn't want to scare him. Sometimes he forgot not every wolf wasn't scared of him. Why would they be? One conversation and he'd always made new friends! Would Sunspots be the same?  Sunspots, he echoed. It sounded a lot like sunflowers. They had those around here! That's a very pretty name, The plume of fur attached to him flapped in the wind like a chick stretching its wings for the first time. 

Sunspots' scent was strange. It smelled of other wolves, but also of nature. Was he a pack wolf? Or was he... not? Very intriguing. Did he want a sunflower's stem tangled in his pelt? Haizel thought the color would look nice with his fur. 

You wanna be friends?