Duck Lake gold slugs

The wolf's words seemed to contradict themselves. Her eyes squinted and she gave him an incredulous look. Of course, she had no idea she'd spoken in another tongue. Tomahawk had blended the languages while raising her pups and Regipre simply didn't know the difference.

"Leave me alone," she enunciated quietly but clearly, even as she watched the wolf roll over and begin writhing in the grass. She stared, that look of incredulity still clinging to her face. The prairie wolf recognized the playfully submissive behavior and didn't know what to make of it. All Reggie knew was that she believed body language above spoken word.

Still, she didn't trust him. Voice both dubious and slightly reluctant, she asked, "What are you doing?"