Silver Creek riches reveler

ooc: all welcome! written in a rush on mobile at work so excuse any mistakes.

ic: Whim ambled through the verdant thicket as she followed the sound of a babbling brook somewhere ahead of her. Occasionally, songbirds burst forth in tiny explosions as she stirred the brush around her. She did not take careful, calculated steps likened to the predatory nature of her kind, instead she seemed to fling her paws to and fro with the carefree nature of a human child. 

She often associated feelings with certain places, and this particular location felt safe. Not only that, but the woodland seemed to inoculate her with a sense of serenity and well-being. So much so that she became drunk on good feeling. 

The wolf picked up the pace and giggled as pleasure took over. She began to gallop and jolt like a newborn colt reveling in the newfound riches of the world. Soon after, she came across a particularly mossy spot coated in a warm sunbeam and threw herself onto it. She rolled around on her back and kicked her legs around as if swimming upside-down in-place through the air. She was without a care in the world!