Silver Creek riches reveler

When he slapped a big, fat boring label on his forehead she scoffed and shook her head in disagreement. "Nonsense! Your company has been enjoyable thus far. Even if you ended up being boring, at least you're kind and easygoing too. I think most toads would appreciate that. " There was a pawful of wolves she'd met who were far worse than boring. They were downright mean and nasty, luckily she was young and built for speed, thus able to nope right out of most any sour situation. The toads might not be so lucky. 

At the word 'meat' she made a quick blech face to let him know she wasn't interested. "Yes, that sounds great! I usually find them growing around creeks." Now that she thought about it, earlier, before getting distracted by moss and strangers, she had been following the sound of a creek up ahead. She couldn't quite remember why she was seeking it out but maybe she would remember upon seeing it.

"There is a creek just ahead. Follow me!" She sprung into action and bounced away through the bushes, leaving the mossy patch of Earth with a souvenir of her wolf-sized imprint. Soon she was bounding full speed and it only took maybe a minute before she reached the edge of the clear, running water. It was a wide but shallow creek with tons of pebbles and sand, and a few larger rocks and boulders strewn throughout. She yelled out behind her, "OVER HERE, SOL... SOLY BOY!" Oops, she had completely forgotten the latter part of his name, so she made up a nickname with the first three remembered letters. It was a commonly used solution in these situations until the real name was finally able to stick to her stubborn brain.

If only names could stick to her as well as that damned leaf, which somehow miraculously still clung to her face for dear life.