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

The woods fell silent. For a second he thought his yelling had worked, but then he heard some growling and incoming footsteps. A woman, more pale than the last, burst through the trees. Her stance hit a nerve within him. Orochi snarled, rose up, and leaned against the tree for support. Not the smartest move, but he felt like it was something that needed to be done. He wasn't going to look weak anymore.

Orochi breathed in the air around them and recoiled. It smelled just like the ocean, but much stronger and worse. You fucking smell like shit.