Duck Lake gold slugs

She returned with her own name, and he smiled as he rose to his paws and tossed most of the debris from his coat with a thorough shake. He arched his back into a stretch then, his forelegs reaching out ahead of him and his shoulders rolling. His head canted from one side to the next as he carried his stretch into his neck. "That's different," he commented, suspecting it was part of that foreign tongue of hers. "So, Reg, do you have somewhere to go?" He was not sure what his leaders would think of him bringing a coyote home, but he would find out if she had nowhere to go.