The tan male had found himself amidst a field of flowers, like a dream, they seemed to float above the surface of the ground, held above it by some unknown stuff. The sun shone down pleasant and cheery, and the air with it, carrying a call of freedom, the echo of the wilderness, and the yearning of prosperity. He watched contentedly idle as the sun made a great circle in the sky, and the flowers themselves seemed to turn with it, not wanting to loose sight of their master, their lifeblood.

A gentle breeze caught his attention, a different fragrance in the air. He blinked, his mind rising from the shallow depths of a lucid state, not asleep yet not awake. He twitched each paw one by one, to find out where they were, and then seeing all four of them contently outstretched above him, he playfully rolled side to side, half amused, and half interested in picking up this flowerbed smell to carry with him. Scent now in-fur, and accompanied by a lion's yawn, he rose, pausing only to arch his back, and then let his nose lead the way, following this new tangy floral aroma.

A figure in the distance lurked about, seemingly prancing through the flowers with equal joy, her tail waving happily in the air. As he watched her strained steps, he saw how carefully she tried to step between the flowers. A silly grin found its way to his face as he watched her futile efforts, and then eventually, it came. A distraction caught her attention, and then a saddened look overcame it, discovering that to not step on a flower was impossible. As he watched the one fall to the ground, presumably to cry, he tilted his head awkwardly towards the ground, and used his teeth like shears, clipping a small clump of them from their stems.

Forgetting about the interesting scent he had gotten up to explore, he now approached the creature, bearing flowers in his mouth. As he grew closer, the curves and proportions indicated it was a female. He racked his brain, trying to think of something to say, but, finding nothing for the occasion, he remained quiet while he cautiously approached, and dropped his flowers beside her head. His eyes found themselves randomly focused on the creatures ear, and the native desires within him grew, welling up into a desirous urge. Obeying, he attempted to acquire the ear in his mouth to gnaw on it.

Feeling completely engulfed, her ear loomed larger and larger, it consumed his brain, and then, the sky, and then and then everything! As he reached towards it, his actions in slow motion, the ear was there, and then, it was not. His muzzle halted now in mid-pursuit quite unsure what to do next. At last, the earth and sky once again grew back to their proportions, now that the black hole that was this wolf's ear had disappeared.

He had no time to dwell on it, as the vacant expression on his face quickly morphed into alarm. Caught off guard by the sound of a snarl, he saw her pearly white fangs drawn out, not in a smile, but in a snarl. Without thinking, he did what came naturally to him, and with no effort at all, he violently pummeled himself onto the ground, rolling onto his back, and holding his four limbs against his chest. An anxious whimper-whine escaped his muzzle with the effort. And his tongue naturally found it's way out of it's ivory prison and lolled outside it, onto the soft grass.

With a stroke of luck, or perhaps, unluck, to some, he found a tingly sensation on his salmon appendage, and drawing it back, discovered it was laden with a munchy morsel. It wasn't until his teeth cracked down hard on some sort of shell, that a piece of it induced a gagging cough. Out flew the snail from his mouth. Still undeterred, his pink retriever retrieved the tiny snack, and this time he was able to gulp it down.

With instincts aside, now, he was able to ponder the meaning of things. He knew he was on his belly, attempting to appease this distraught female, who had apparently rejected his flowers. He didn't fully understand why she was upset, or what was the matter. Did she need her back scratched? Was she hungry? Was she upset because his flower-bringing had implied she might have been a vegetarian? Was it a full moon? Did she require appeasement only by rite of passage where wolves grew elk-horns and bashed each other's heads with enough force to move mountains and then raced to the bottom of the seas growing gills and eating catfish? Woah, that last one was actually pretty cool.

With reasons for the female's flared anger beyond him, his mind quieted, and he lay there contentedly submissive, waiting for something to happen.He became aware that neither of them had spoken. But, what were words for when actions bested a thousand of them? A tiny wag escaped his control at the tip of his tail. Before he could correct himself, it had traveled the whole length, and it now wagged back and forth with glee, creating a tail-impression flower-angel in the lush vegetation. To amiable to tell his tail it was not allowed to wag, he let the both of them continue in their happy-go-lucky frame of mind.