Totoka River but won't you help me to get through it

For @Charon :)
I'm making assumptions about previous threads that don't have replies, yet~

Ocean. That was the source of the smell, she had learned, and had been directed to continue her northwestern travel. She still didn't really understand what an ocean was, though she had heard it mentioned in stories. A really big lake? What was impressive about that? But such questions had been laughed at, and Magpie was determined to understand. She was too often reminded of her youth, and she wanted all the experiences she could glean from the universe.

She eventually followed a river— the continuation of the Whitefish River, she assumed— until it broke apart in smaller webs of streams. She had seen deltas before, at least where they fed into lakes... but as she drew nearer and nearer to the odd horizon and broken streams, Magpie could feel the fur along her back raising up. This was the ocean? It seemed as vast and unknowable as the tapestry of stars that filled every night's sky.

The yearling walked until her paws stood upon wet sand, green eyes simply staring in awe as her ears took in the roar of the surf.