Totoka River reefed

The bitch's ears preened up and forward when her collared companion drew nearer and spoke and her gaze narrowed. Could this wolf not notice the sickening stench in the air? Celephais would be truly floored to someday learn that some wolves chose to live on the shore, permanently soaking in the salt scent at the edge of the earthen world, and she would be even more blown away to know some wolves even preferred it. The heavy air and the perpetual stink of salt just wasn't for her, so it couldn't possibly suit anyone, right?

"That—" Celephais didn't finish her thought before another blast of wind and shuddering heave had her hunching closer to the ground, drooling profusely. As of yet she hadn't gone so far as vomiting but the fact that she had made it even a few miles down the coast without doing so was miraculous. The wind had surely been quieter when she first set out on the sands. Now it was persistent from the outer sea, and she knew she had to be away from it or she would lose her lunch for good.

She nodded weakly when Spiritwalker guessed at what might help. Any smell other than the brine-y scent of the ocean would be preferable. Even the noxious gases of a bog would calm her lurching stomach, and that was saying something. So she began to crawl haltingly toward the forest, though her legs felt like jelly under her as she went.