Totoka River 그 안에 숨겨진 비밀을 알게된 것 같아

When the merriment commenced once more, Marbas was ready with his fangs. The wolf kicked up water in some way - he wasn't paying attention - and the Cairn bastard dove in with minimal force, as his jaw still ached from his overenthusiastic beginnings. This time, though, he went for speed and accuracy instead of killing power, and rather thought his efforts were rewarded. On his first try, he'd gotten half, maybe a quarter of what he'd just gotten on this go around.

Turning to gloat at his inky companion, he was astonished to discover that she'd disappeared, and was gone. Just - gone.

Swinging around and crouching low, Marbas readied himself for attack, not knowing if he was defending himself from the wolf or whatever had taken her. Had she been taken? Flown away by some great, invisible bird that could also turn its prey... no. That was not the answer. So could she really be a siren, slipped off into the water and lying in wait?

His ears stood on high alert, listening for the sound of sweet singing - or should he turn himself away? Howl to drown out the noise? Would she drag him down if he didn't hear her voice?