Phoenix Maplewood bad chick

She felt foolish and ashamed of herself. When the wolf leaped out of the water and coaxed her onto her feet, Reggie slowly rose onto all fours. She shook out her wet pelt, her ears drifting back as she fell into step behind her makeshift guardian. Now that she was no longer overcome with fear and anxiety, Regipre could more easily acknowledge the fact that the she-wolf was trying to help her. Although her face remained blank, the whelp's body language as she followed along behind her was particularly abashed... and more than a little relieved as they left the stream behind.

"Patched up?" she echoed quietly, speaking mostly to herself. Abruptly, it occurred to her that she didn't even know the she-wolf's name, nor did the wolf know hers. "I'm Reggie," the pup said a bit louder, even though it sounded out of place. She gave the nickname she preferred, rather than her given name. She wasn't really a gift anymore anyway.