Totoka River 그 안에 숨겨진 비밀을 알게된 것 같아

He might've attacked after all - she slipped out of the water like something swift, something deadly. Even raised in the sea, Marbas could never hope to achieve the sort of fluid grace that seemed natural to the siren, the selkie, the water imp. The old suspicions were back in full force, fueled by her otherwordly appearance and the happenstance occurance of the slightly deeper pool.

But he saw her face, and even in the heat of the moment, he could see the truth in her eyes. The wolf knew no violence, no guile - Marbas doubted she could even comprehend the bloodthirst his mind had accused her of. Could she even see the danger that lurked behind his friendly veneer?

Marbas decided that she could see something. For once she shook out her fur and sneezed water from her nose - at this, even Marbas was entertained - she immediately set her mind to their game once more. She was trying to appease him, erase the shock that still bristled the fur on the back of his neck.

He missed the first two splashes, but by the third, he'd regained enough of his senses to snap half-heartedly at the droplets that flew his way. Mostly, he just kept his eyes trained on her, determined to keep her in his sights, this time, as he used his muzzle to send a few splashes her way as well. They went back to the game, but his heart was no longer in it. The adreneline that'd fueled his fear was now leaving his body cool and tired.