Totoka River i spend my money on the regular miracles

his gaze follows the male's gesture, eyes wide and sparkling with curiosity and awe. undersea? he repeats softly. like, you live under the sea? c-can you breathe underwater — or do you hold your breath for a really long time? he sucks in a breath, wondering if all wolves can do that in paradise. can he do that, now? he almost doesn't register the man's question, but after a moment he recovers enough to nod again. yeah — everyone back home was always talking about the paradise in the east. they say life is better here. i-i wanted to bring my family, but — nononono he can't talk about that, not now, not when he's so happy! but i had to come by myself. it's really great here, though. better than i imagined.