Wapun Meadow rainbows on the ground

Ooh, hi guys. ^___^

Sniffing away quite contently, Goldhawk took a moment more than he would usually to notice the oncoming trot of a softly coated female with a playful tone. Poisonous? I say! he stood bolt upright, and, to be honest, was clearly playing it up for comic effect. He knew he would have been able to smell at least something fishy about this here blossom, but it was nice to entertain a passer-by.

He was slightly more hesitant with the male — not because he was a hefty-looking chap (oh, Goldhawk could take him on no problem), because he grazed slightly close to the description of a wolf he was looking for...

Is there any chance you go by the name of Goober, old chap? he asked the fellow brightly, knowing this to be unlikely but worth a try. Frankly I'd say you suit a handsomer name, like Silverstrike or Dreadpaw, but one never can tell...

Then, crikey, another wolf! There was likely a pack nearby. Goldhawk waited before addressing this friendly mountain of a man, such was the conversation already underway.