Totoka River 그 안에 숨겨진 비밀을 알게된 것 같아

Watching her lofty display of speed, Marbas felt an unnatural warming in his chest. Every time she moves, she's dancing, he thought, still staring in disbelief at the creature before him. It was hard to keep reminding himself she was only flesh and blood, and not something out of Warsaw's ancient lore. It wasn't quite natural, the way she moved in the water.

So focused was he on her movements, he didn't catch what she was doing until a small fountain of briney water fell harmlessly against his muzzle. Oh. Depsite all prior knowledge, he somehow hadn't anticipated her playing back. Marbas wasn't quite sure how to follow up, but escalating seemed to be the thing to do.

As quick as he was able (read: not as quickly as her), Marbas hopped to his paws and reared back on his hind legs, bringing his front paws down full-force into the glassy surface of the water. A much bigger splash rose up from this action, momentarily hiding the wolf from veiw, and soaking him perhaps more than his target.

"What am I doing?" he asked himself with a laughing bark. The wolf was already wet - she'd laid in the water! What would splashing her accomplish? This was ridiculous, and yet, when her inky form was revealed again, Marbas was tempted to splash her some more. Deciding that he'd better observe all parts of the game, he laid down and rolled breifly in the water, wetting his coat now so that she could not claim the accomplishment later.

How could she, though? She can't talk.

But peering at the mute little creature, Marbas had no trouble believing she would find a way to insinuate it without words, and it would be all the more agonizing for her silence. Little minx, he thought wryly, finding no real venom behind the words. And that name has merit - if she's going to stick around, I should call her something other than 'the wolf'... but she may not stick around.