Duck Lake gold slugs

She had somewhere to go. Or so she said. "See you," he called softly as she turned and left. He was not sure if he believed here entirely, but he could not force his compassion on others if they did not wish to have it. So without much further thought, the white wolf turned and struck an easy lope along the shore of the lake to scout for the ducks, which had been his reason for coming out here in the first place.