Wheeling Gull Isle our professional relationship doesn't exist on this island

For the first couple of days, Orochi could tolerate this place for two reasons: food and shelter. The luxury of eating whenever he pleased was great and he was able to rest his leg (or lack thereof) without worrying about something jumping him. After those first days gone by, Orochi began to see the island for what it truly was: horrible. It smelled gross, and the constant sound of waves crashing on land drove him crazy. It was too crowded here too. He couldn't go five minutes without smelling some new scent. He didn't know what was worse; stumbling around the world or being here. Oh well, at least he wasn't starving.

Orochi was laying against a tree, picking at his leg stub when he heard barks from afar. He ignored them at first, but as they grew louder he lifted his head and growled. Will you shut up already!? he called out into the trees. Maybe that would scare them off from wherever they were.