Totoka River 그 안에 숨겨진 비밀을 알게된 것 같아

He'd been staring at the isle for the better part of the day, letting the tide rise up around him without much worry. He'd watched the sandbar bridge be swallowed up and disappear beneath the waves, now so blue that it might never have been there. But that was alright. He didn't need the sandbar - didn't need anything but his own four paws to travel such a distance over water. He was built for swimming, and built for life on an island such as the one currently in his vision.

What does it matter? What does Warsaw matter when such rich lands were here for the taking?

Another wave swelled and subsided around him, and this time, he let it lift his paws off the ocean floor. Let it carry him out a couple yards closer to the island, his island...

And then his feet touched sand once more, and Marbas turned back toward the beach, uncertain of himself. If the isle belonged already to another pack, he did not want to swim out that way only to be met with disappointment. It wouldn't do to waste so much energy; not when he was all by himself, still weak from his journey into this rich and fertile land.

Almost as soon as he thought it, he caught sight of his dinner. There was a body in the water - just barely visible, a tiny snout poking out of the water. Not a large creature, but hopefully fresh enough to put some meat on his bones.

The wolf strode toward his meal, faltering as he saw bright blue eyes set in the inkdark head of the creature, open not in the starring stillness of death, but in the intelligent brightness of a living wolf. A very small wolf, to be sure, but a wolf all the same. Marbas stared at those eyes, wondering what a pup was doing out here, so far from the smells of any pack.

"Are you lost?" he asked the little wolf, working a measure of compassion into his flat-toned voice.