Duck Lake I Won't Talk To You...Literally

The cinnamon wolf tilted her head at her newfound companion, wondering what it was she would like to do next. She then padded towards a nearby slab of slate rock, gently lowering herself down upon the warm surface. She looked out passively at the glistening water before her eyes and sighed.

She glanced back over to the young wolf, who was shaking out her multi-colored pelt and chuffed to get her attention. She shifted her gaze to another rock nearby and suggested, "The rocks are warm at this time of day, it will help dry you off." She smiled to affirm this, resting her maw upon her paws.