Wheeling Gull Isle embraced by moonlight

After a day's worth of running along the beach, all Orochi wanted to do was collapse and drift off into sleep. He mustn't give into the urge; last time he did that he had woken up with an ache worse than normal. There was no way he was going through that again, so he decided to go on a quick walk.

An unfamilar smell—one that smells much nicer than the salt— beckons him onward. Soon he spots a woman. Her movements synced with the gentle waves. Why are you doing that? he called when he was within earshot.