The rain felt cool and pleasant against his coat, taking the edge off the heat of the day. He'd long grown used to the humidity of this region, having originated from a temperate environment, and the gentle sound of rainfall coupled with the lapping tides of the ocean were soothing.

How quickly Fujiwara had grown! He could scarcely believe it; almost as if the moment Izumi appeared again, all manner of wolves flocked to her person from every corner of Mythris. She had quite the magnetic personality, he mused with a small smile.

Osamu sat perched on the edge of Queen's Rest, looking out toward the mainland as he allowed his thoughts to wander. It wasn't often he took time to himself these days; the weather seemed as good an excuse as any, he thought.