"How about we call me a healthy boy," he laughs down the mental connection, his jaws gaping in a terrifying smile. How he wished he could slap his belly in his human form! Zachary debates for one long moment on if he should shift back to his human form and decides a against it as he hums thoughtfully through their connection, "You're a smart ducky- er smart seal," he corrects himself as he bobs in the water contentedly, her name fresh in his mind as he draws a connection. Excitement fills him again, his flippers flailing wildly with hardly any regard to how close he is to smacking the poor seal. Zachary isn't phased in the slightest as she tilts her head in that adorable way of her's, confusion clear in her questioning. Bobbing his massive head several times, "YEAH, she's awesome," he exclaims, "I don't think she's as nice as you are in real life though, unless you're secretly planning on murdering me or something," he teases playfully, his fins flapping lazily to keep himself at eye level.

He calms slightly as he explains their migration patterns, Arya seemingly, excited? Happy? He couldn't really tell, as he finishes his life story, her words having him glancing at her with a toothy grin. The laughter coating her words only encourages him more, "It's really not so bad, we tend to follow our animal natures more often than others," he shrugs mentally, his words almost bashful at her sincerity. "Although, staying in one spot for awhile isn't so bad either," he says happily, hardly realizing he was about to be bound to Sacrosanct for the next several months. His excitement escalates ten fold as she offers to get him clothes, his massive body quite literally bouncing back and forth in the water, the orca hardly noticing the way the seal flinches. Willy was far too caught up in his own world to account for the poor girl mere inches away from him, deftly dodging his pectoral fins as they flail aimlessly.

He calms himself slightly as she concedes to his demands, the orca floating to the surface to peer out at the abandoned beach. "That sounds amazing! Thank you so much Arya! I owe you one," he babbles along, as he releases more air from his blowhole. It's the comment on clothes that his him turning his massive head back to her, his own hum filling their connection as he racks his brain, "The last time I measured myself I was a 34 or a 36 around my waist, I can't really remember and a large shirt will work!" Willy comments, floating forward to poke her again with a pectoral fin. Offering another toothy smile, "There's a cove just north of here, it's not very popular with people, I go there every once in awhile when I want to get close to the beach," he says before sinking back into the water. "Meet me there?" He asks, anxiety building up in him once more, what if she didn't come back?!

Willy pushes it down, hardly wanting her to change her mind, "Thanks Arya," he grins before taking off lazily in the direction of the cove. He doesn't look to see if she takes off to the shore - Zachary far too trusting in his nature. Humming happily, he ignores the the rest of the sea life, reaching the cove rather quickly. He paces back and forth in the shallows, his head breaching the surface to look at the beach. It's decidedly empty, the were-orca debating for a long moment if he should shift and wait on the shore or stay in the water. Sighing, he swims along the the shoreline until a figure comes into view, his head popping out of the water in excitement. A finger is pointed at him as he calls on that shift, his body shrinking in size until a well tanned man is swimming for the shoreline, the cold forgotten in that moment. Stumbling to his feet, he rushes out of the water, Willy as naked as the day as he was born as he sprints towards the older woman, his arms waving wildly.

"ARYA!" He shouts, a grin stretched across his unshaven face, his feet digging into the sand as a pale faced woman brings her hands up to cover her face. Zach hardly notices as he comes closer, far too excited to realize this was in fact, not Arya. As he approaches the woman, a scream erupts from her throat as he finally skids to a halt, water cascading from his body as he frowns, "Arya...?" He asks hesitantly, before a loud cracking sound erupts from the smack on the side of his cheek - hard enough to leave handprint. Wincing, he brings tanned hand up to rub at his cheek, his eyes opening to see the woman take off running down the beach, screaming about flashing men. Gaping, he watches the woman race away until she's all but vanished, his hand still rubbing at his cheek as he stands there naked and alone.

Zachary Williams