Cricket Creek Bog but he talks like a gentleman

Orochi sought refuge from his mind and oddly enough he was able to find that here. Thoughts of the man, Minori, and Takara had been locked in vaults hidden away in the deepest parts of his mind. They were not to stay hidden forever, for how could they? Such traumatic experiences were bound to leap out at some point, but there was no need to fear that day now. He was content and he would relish in that feeling for the time being.

A restless soul such as him couldn't stay put for very long. He followed a chorus of chirps though a swamp. This place was like the plateau the group had stayed in, only it didn't seem to be affected by the earth's rumbles. No bush nor tree had been ripped from the dirt by the roots. The water, albeit scattered, still stayed in its proper place. Aside from the plateau, Orochi had yet to see the effects of the earthquakes on the land and the organisms that resided in it, so he was surprised to see this child.

Those ribs poked out at him as he approached. The sight of them were confusing. Orochi didn't truly know what hunger was yet nor the affects it had on the body. His ears rested on his head and he snorted, What are you doing? Should he not be with keeper?