Old Nike looked at Gaiyin's retreating figure, then turned to Su Tang with great unease, "Um... Cubby Su, promise Uncle Nike that you're really alright?"
Su Tang made a dismissive gesture, "Relax, Uncle Nike, I'm fine, and so is Gaiyin. He'll see once he checks it out!"
Only then did Old Nike give a nod, "Alright, then I'll go check up on those females carrying cubs, they seem a bit uncomfortable."
"Mhm, Uncle Nike, you hurry on. I'll wait here for Gaiyin. If there's anything, just come find me here."
"Ah, alright!"
...
Gaiyin gathered his strength and sprinted toward the seaside, greeted again by the golden scenery.
He fought hard to stop himself from averting his gaze, harshly suppressing the urge to keep digging holes in the beach.
He reached the waterfront unreconciled, extended his claw to gently touch the seawater, then gave it a lick.
Huh?
There really was a salty taste.
So the smell in the air came from the water, it seems to add up.
