Wheeling Gull Isle you spread yourself too thin

He doesn’t find any new washed up strangers lying around, only an old one, which is not any better.

Orochi didn’t know what annoyed him more: wolves who challenged him or cowards who couldn’t take the heat. He scowled at the other boy when he retreated. What? You scared? The only enjoyment he got out of guys like this was amplifying that fear. It’s a pastime he hadn’t partaken in since his youth. The memories of terrorizing his brother briefly return to him. It was fun then, maybe it’d be fun now. At least then this scrawny little freak would be of some use. You should be.