Wheeling Gull Isle and truth be told, i never was yours

Life on the island had been slow for the past couple of weeks. He spent most of his days breaking driftwood apart, by Hide’s side, or just wandering around on his own.

Orochi was on the shore again that day when he saw something wash up on the beach. More wood, he thought as he approached. Good. The other pieces had been reduced to shreds at this point. 

As he got closer however, he realized this ocean trash was covered in fur. Another washed up wolf? Orochi snarled. At least he wasn’t a nightwalker like last time. The yearling would have to kill him if that were the case.

Even though Orochi wouldn’t kill him, that didn’t mean he was in the clear. Unconscious or not, he’s still trespassing. He contemplated throwing him back in the ocean, but knowing his luck he’d probably be caught and scolded. He’d play nice for now.

He extended a paw and prodded the wolf. Wake up, he growled.