Duck Lake gold slugs

When Luke rose and stretched, Reggie took a step backward. She didn't think he meant her any harm, yet the movement was more subconscious than anything. She just didn't trust wolves much these days, nor did she particularly want to be near them. Even the gentle Luke was no friends of hers.

"Yes," she answered, "I'm going home." The word "home" tasted bad but she didn't feel like saying its name. The less information she provided, the better. She had already said too much during this brief encounter. "Bye... Luke."

Regipre gave the white wolf a lingering glance, then turned and swept away. She didn't intend to go as far as Phoenix Maplewood, considering the darkness. She would just get away from him, then find somewhere to curl up for the night. She would make the journey back to the woods in the morning.