Totoka River 그 안에 숨겨진 비밀을 알게된 것 같아

The meandering flow of snowmelt, cooler and sweeter than the glassy water of the delta, soothed the inky sheepdog cross’ affronted nose immensely; she dipped her muzzle below surface again and again, her tufted ears slicked back, as she coiled her haunches demurely and used one catlike paw to daintily wash her face. Sighing softly in a mixture of contentment and relief, she slaked her thirst as Marbas had and lay in the shallows some feet away from him, resting her chin on a mossy rock that jutted rather conveniently above surface. Yawning without lifting her head like a crocodile trying to keep cool, she pillowed her cheek on the moss and watched the male with unguarded laziness. Her cerulean eyes glinted turquoise as she gazed upon him; in this setting, the mocha tufts of fur that accentuated his masculine neck and shoulders seemed diluted, the color of driftwood at dusk — and the charcoal, ash, and ink that patterned his pelt were tinted in silver and blue. Only his eyes remained untouched by the environment that surrounded him, an immutable and burnished mahogany.

“I don’t know what to call you,” he said, and the familiar dilemma twisted painfully in Seelie’s muted heart. He could capture her, as the siren of Tara had captured her, with a name — and whether he was hoping for some guidance or merely mulling over his decision, the little Groenendael could make no verbal reply. Were they standing next to the sea lion shoals, she could attempt to play a pitiful game of charades — but they were not, and she felt weary and defeated at the thought of trying to pantomime her true name. A smile brushed her delicate features as she turned her gaze from Marbas’ face to the rock upon which she rested her head. She did not know what to call him either, and she tipped her head first to one side, then the other as stretched out a paw and lightly thrust it toward him, sending a tiny wave of water toward him. “You first,” the gesture might have said, or, “your choice.” Either statement would have been fitting, and she was helpless but to wait for his reply.