Rising Sun Valley here's to teenage memories

Twitch was well aware that outside of his own species he was flirting with trouble when he tried to mingle with other predators; but many predators such as wolves and coyotes had learned the hard way that weasels were not worth the effort and the more friendly ones were willing to chat and sometimes, even play. So far this wolf was at least friendly - as he suspected, how could one let a great mood be fouled by being unpleasant to an amiable creature?

"Isn't it just great when that happens!" Twitch squeaked enthusiastically. Without warning he spun away from the water's edge and scrabbled up the wolf's foreleg, coming to rest on her shoulder. He did not sit still for long before he, with no concept of personal space, nuzzled the thick fur of her nape. "I wish I had such fluffy fur!" he said joyously. His fur was soft, coveted even, but it was short and dense. But on that topic he scarcely lingered longer than the moment it took to comment on it. "So tell me. About this happy life of yours."