Silver Creek riches reveler

In the middle of Whim's wiggly upside-down dance she heard a noise that sounded unlike any typical smaller woodland creature that might be scurrying about on the ground or in the trees. It was bassier than a squirrel, or even a badger, but not bassy enough to be a bear. Thank goodness, they usually spelled bad news. 

She paused to look around for the source, with a leaf stuck to her forehead and bits of moss and twigs sticking out of her fur elsewhere, until she met eyes with a wolf, who looked friendly enough. Her face lit up with instaglow and she wagged her tail amiably. "Well hi there! Would you care to join me? There's plenty of room! The moss back home isn't half this plush and soft." She continued with a dreamy sigh, "I think I'm in love." It took a surge of willpower not to immediately roll back over, but the Queen of Impulsivity somehow managed to stay in an upright sitting position, albeit with a leaf still glued to her forehead.

To demonstrate its high-quality she slapped the soft, silky ground with a loud yet muted thump as if she was a salesman at a moss dealership trying to show off the latest fancy model to a potential buyer. Then she watched and waited with innocent desire swimming in her eyes.