Totoka River 그 안에 숨겨진 비밀을 알게된 것 같아

Owed to her clumsiness, both physical and social, the joy of the game waned significantly — she was aware, suddenly, that the ruddy-eyed wolf’s heat for the sport had cooled; and she recognized in her slowing responses to his splashes that her body was growing weary even if her heart remained fully invested. She gave it her best — her slender muzzle snaked out to close over the droplets with her usual zeal — but with a toneless, airy whine she admitted defeat. Stretching out fully in the shallower part of the delta, she allowed her pert pink tongue to loll out as she caught her breath, the sting of brackish water still causing her sensitive nose to smart. Sneezing again, she shook her head once more, seablue eyes watering — she thought it best to bathe her face in the fresh water of the river, but worried he would not follow. With little knowledge of these wilds and no way of calling his name even if he gave it to her, she was loathe to part from him. Tilting her head first to one side, then the other, she rose to her paws and trotted forward a few paces.

Repeating the cue she had used earlier, she turned her finely-sculpted head to gaze back over her shoulder, “barking” and dancing a quick sideward step. Would he come with her? The water here was safe to snap at but not safe to drink — the Corten wolves had warned her of the folly of drinking salt water and the results were embarrassing and uncomfortable. She whined entreatingly, her tufted ears skimming back to tuck against her skull until she resembled a sea lion herself, and dipped into a beseeching stance as she hopped backwards a few paces, moving back toward the river. And again she sneezed, a kittenish sound; thankfully, the water had been shaken free from her ears, but the sting of salt in her nose was another matter entirely.