Jade Fern Grove But tonight, you will play the tambourine

At the sound of an unfamiliar voice, the golden boy paused for a few moments before rolling over and righting himself. Petals clung to the fur of his head and neck, some of them fluttering to the ground as he moved. Why was it that handsome guys always caught him in the middle of rolling in flowers? Not that he was really complaining, but he didn't want to look dumb. But as the stranger spoke again, he gave a sheepish smile, his tail thumping against the ground a few times. Oh—it is, he told him, his smile widening and becoming more friendly than embarrassed. 

There are more flowers if you want to join me, he offered boldly-—well, bold for him. He remained where he was and watched the other wolf with curious interest to see if he would accept his offer.