Duck Lake gold slugs

Her eyes clapped upon the figure of a white wolf with an oddly colored nose. Immediately, Regipre began to slither backward, away from him. She wanted nothing to do with the strange wolf. But before she could make a break for it, he spoke to her. Reggie's eyes had been skittering every which way, trying to decide on a direction to run away, when he spoke to her. Her eyes zoomed back to him, her ears falling backward and her expression blank as she took in his friendly demeanor. She didn't trust it at all.

"Nothing," she answered, unaware that she had spoken in the Dothoran tongue. It was none of his business what she was doing here. Why couldn't the wolves just leave her well enough alone?