Totoka River 그 안에 숨겨진 비밀을 알게된 것 같아

The black-feathered creature seemed happy to forget his rudeness. This was met with no little amount of relief - for although he was yet a rough and unfinished youth, Marbas was not altogether uncaring. He would always be mean-spirited - the life he'd led to this day had left him little choice - but that trait would not always rule him, as he was currently proving, and he had other more dominant traits as well.

Such thoughts were far from the bastard's mind; watching the strange canine romp and gambol about was quickly taking precedence.  She does not move like a wolf, he thought again, frustrated with his lack of a word for her, but I do not know whether to call her a bird, a fish, a serpent, a cat... but whatever she is, she is also a wolf.

The wolf was not shy in her celebrating, but tried to draw Marbas in with a teasing splash. His tail waved in acknowledgment of the action, but he remained where he was, watching the wolf with bemused tolerance. The desire to join her was not insignificant, of course. The air was salty, the morning beautiful, and the wolf quite convincing in her ways. Still, Marbas remained stoic, not quite knowing how to engage in this sort of play, with this sort of creature no less. Warsaw had forged the Cairn sharp and true, and although the bastard would never measure up to his siblings in physicality (indeed, even Szymon would be more than his match, if the pale boy ever felt a true need to harm him), he could certainly harm the wolf.

Even if I did not worry about being too rough with her, such folly is unbecoming, he reminded himself. It would be certain death to be caught so unguarded in Warsaw, and Marbas did not yet know that the world outside his birthplace was usually a softer one. Either way, he would still have thought it beneath his dignity.

So he watched, happy enough to be doing just that.