Duck Lake gold slugs

She answered him. His expression was compassionate, with one side of his mouth drawn into a warm, understanding smile. The response was as he had expected. Though she interjected another foreign word, it was not needed to paint the picture, and he did not inquire about it. It was an unfortunate tale, and he wished he could reassure her, but he knew he was an oddity among his own breed. Not all wolves were bad as he demonstrated here and now, but it would serve her better to believe that most of them were, to continue to be suspicious and distrusting, and so he did not speak the words he immediately felt on his tongue.

She ended by referring to herself as a gift, and his smile broadened to a grin, his tail sweeping from side to side. "You sure are," he nodded. "It often takes folks years to realize their worth after being mistreated. You must be a fast learner," he winked, and then offered her an introduction. "I'm Luke."