Duck Lake gold slugs

@Luke

She didn't say anything to anyone, not even Sart. Reggie just slipped out of the woods (for the first time since Reek had brought her there along with her sister) and began cantering due south. She found herself on the edge of a swamp and paused, peering dubiously into the marshland. The young coyote then turned and began to lope west to avoid the wet fen, her gait swift and fluid. She felt exposed out here in the open but staying on the move gave her a small sense of security.

A winding creek cut off her path and she turned south again, trotting beside it for several miles. She grew weary but pressed onward, shifting her route away from the stream and heading east simply to avoid the glare as the sun began to set. Regipre squinted when she saw a glimmer off in the distance and picked up speed, galloping toward it.

It was a lake. She dug her heels into the dirt and stared over the water for a long moment, then dipped down her tapered snout to take a long drink. Her stomach rumbled with hunger but it was nearing dark. It would be safer to find cover for the night. She could hunt in the morning. Regipre turned away from the shore, her golden eyes combing her surroundings for someplace to take shelter.