Totoka River 그 안에 숨겨진 비밀을 알게된 것 같아

Ah, but the rules are clear, now, he thought, watching as she snapped once again at the water. He'd ignored the gesture the first few times, thinking it random and meaningless. But now he saw the true aim of this game.

When she shook out her coat, Marbas was ready, lunging in and snapping his teeth around the largest volume of water he could catch. It made a sound like a thunder clap, and left his ears ringing with the force of his bite. Dazed, he blinked at the wolf, now a fluffed and spiny as an angry puffer fish. So clumped was her fur that Marbas could see the pale, delicate skin that laid beneath her inky coat.

For some reason, the pale, reticulating lines of her skin held his gaze. Without thought, the male padded forward, droplets raining from his dripping pelt as he made his way through the still waters - and although he did not seem to hurry, he was before the wolf before the ripples reached her ankles.

Her coat - it was so long, but so thin. A wolf could rely on the thickness of his coat stopping any glancing blow, but this creature? Marbas felt as though he could feel the heat of her blood even from where he stood - the thrum of it was in his ears, certainly. How did she survive alone, or where were her people?

"Are there many like you?"  he asked the girl, taking a few steps back.