Totoka River 그 안에 숨겨진 비밀을 알게된 것 같아

Marbas followed the wolf without word or thought, content enough with her presence not to fuss overmuch about where they might be going.  She was a nice wolf, and he doubted he would be led into any traps by her - and should trouble find them on its own, she was a good enough prize to defend.

The river, hidden as it was by the steep, bumping banks on either side, had not yet been painted by the sun's strengthening rays. The water was still cool and silver, and was busily gurgling along despite the early hour of the day. Marbas prefered the steady push and pull of the ocean to the weak but insistent tug of rivers and streams, but water was still water, and he was thirsty, anyway, his throat burning from the salt of the sea.

He waded in without looking at the wolf, the water rising to his chest before he paused to lap up some of the crisp flow. When his thirst was quenched, he moved to the shallower waters and laid down, eyes half-lidded as they turned to his dark companion.

"I don't know what to call you," he said, unsure what sort of answer he might receive.