Totoka River 그 안에 숨겨진 비밀을 알게된 것 같아

Phone post. This is the first time I am attempting one.

Coelacanth resurfaced a moment or two later, a sheepish expression shaping her delicate features and lingering in her seablue eyes. The wolf, she noticed, had whirled into a defensive crouch, his thickly-furred ears taut with a waiting stillness. Water had gotten into her sensitive ears, and she shook her finely-sculpted head to clear them; somewhat irritably, she tipped her muzzle back and sneezed the water from her nose. Yet she was still good-natured, if a bit apologetic -- her conscience was a dog's conscience, and automatically weighted with guilt -- and whuffed at the russet-eyed male as her feathered tail whisked eagerly behind her. Again? She bowed her forequarters and hopped forward with her rump wriggling in the air. Dipping her muzzle, she splashed at him: once, twice, thrice, a rapid fire round designed to coax him out of his soldier's stance.