Silverlight Terrace at war with oneself

HEY KAT. Let's play a game... I was writing this when a certain someone sent me a message on my phone. I was still writing as I glanced at the phone. Can you spot where this happened, guess who messaged me, and figure out what word should have been there instead? TEEHEE

The pair travelled along, and Roo took the opportunity to glance around and admire the pristine surroundings. The foxwolf was the sort that could find beautiy in a turd so perhaps that was not saying much. Nonetheless, his blue eyes were wide with wonder and inexplicable glee, until there it was. The water, in the form of a winding little creek. At least it was not a raging chelsie. He pinched his mouth as he peered down at it. His hesitance was not subtle.

He turned to face Wildfire as she answered his question, happy to delay the inevitable for even a moment more. His slim snout bobbed along. "It is so nice to hear that you are happy!" He grinned, his white-tipped tail dancing behind him. "Explorering is very much excitement. Maybe I will live heres somewheres and outride too." Besides looking for foxwolves, he really hadn't considered what else he might do.  

It was bath time. Oh so carefully he dipped his little toes into the cold water, his lips pulling down comically. He knew there was only one way for him to do this. So most suddenly, he threw himself into the water in a great, flailing, splashing display, making all manner of strange eees! and oooos! as he thrashed about. Thoroughly soaked and scrubbed he sprang back to the shoreline to lick his coat clean of any remaining scat and every last drop of water.

"They never tolds me if I am to be staying here after finding and making the foxwolves. They never tolds me to come home either." He hummed.