Totoka River 그 안에 숨겨진 비밀을 알게된 것 같아

The salt-dappled male’s quip did not go wholly unnoticed; although Seelie had missed his teasing gesture, the echo of his monotone timbre was eagerly received with an eloquent twist of her tufted ears. Already she had heard his voice woven through with a satin thread of compassion; peppered with shocked incredulity; razor-edged with suspicion; and hushed and honeyed with apologetic deference — and now, she found his even, level voice limned in a spark of mirth that she had admittedly not expected from the multilayered worshiper of the sea.

The muted splash of his paws as he followed her toward the rising sun chased away yet another crenelated wall of selfish sorrow at her inability to speak as he did; turning her head gracefully to look upon him, the chocolate tufts of fur at his neck and shoulders shot through now with a rich bourbon hue, she released a volley of airy “barks” — nipping teasingly at the air between them as though to tease him in return. Her feathered tail fluttered behind her like a banner as she reared onto her hind legs and bounded gaily forward, arching her back impossibly to kick her hindquarters skyward like a blooded filly. The reflection of the glassy deltas was broken as she glanced somewhat mischievously behind her, dipping her nose mid-stride to flick a harmless spattering of water toward him. The water here was not deep enough to create a satisfying splash, but the inky sheepdog cross had not forgotten that she was still learning what was and wasn’t acceptable to her leonine companion and did not wish to overstep her bounds again.