Silver Creek riches reveler

Whimsy thought the boy looked quite nice with a smile, but not in any sort of crushy way. Whimsy had yet to experience that with any boy though, so it was nothing in particular about him. She watched blankly and unalarmed as he cautiously tip-toed up to her. She refrained from giggling at his delicate treatment, but when he lifted a paw to seemingly smack her in the face she tilted her head in confusion but didn't back away. She trusted him, a total stranger, enough by now not to do something completely out of character thus far.

Her gut was right. Instead of a smack, he simply brushed his paw across her brow and spoke a few calm words. The leaf silently drifted down between them and landed with the softest crinkle as the wolves took turns glancing up and down from the leaf to one another. Whim bowed her head and closed her eyes and whispered solemnly, “What we once enjoyed and deeply loved we can never lose, for all that we love deeply becomes part of us. Rest in peace, little leaf.” She opened her eyes and swept a few other leaves over top of the one being given an impromptu funeral, then wagged her tail in satisfaction.

She looked back up at Soly Boy in case he wanted to add any words, then after giving him a few moments she continued, "Yes, where were we?! Ah, the yellow berries!" She turned and walked towards the creek with her nose in the air and eyes closed as she scented the air. She stumbled on random odds and ends across the ground but was so focused on sniffing that she hardly noticed. If one were to zoom in close to her olfactory senses at work this is all you would see:
 

When she was done she opened her eyes and turned back, looking at her companion while shrugging, "I got nothin." Her nose was quite unreliable if conditions weren't just right. "Um, let's go this way!" She pointed her nose upstream and began to walk along the water's edge. There were bushes ahead that might prove promising.