Noctisardor Bypass Falling fast to the ground

"No," she said, perplexed. She did not wear even the slightest of salt in her personal scent, having been to the sea a grand total of two times in her whole life, but sometimes Saena judged others for their inability to consider things like that. Hers was the fresh smell of greenery, the fertile scent of earth, the tang of a female wolf, and the sweet smell of grass. She wore her mate's musk on her and he retained a little of the sea's scent, having lived there so long, but other than that, she was clean of it.

"Is there a reason you ask?" she wondered, wrongly assuming that Alastor thought otherwise from some cue she'd given. Maybe Redtail Rise had smelled more like the sea than she thought? Furrowing her brow, she told him, "our old territory was close, but... well, it's not reclaimable. There's nothing there anymore. Between us and the sea there was nothing but cliffs." In other words, it was also uninhabitable, or at the very least, inhospitable. Not the sort of place her healer husband would enjoy, and not the sort of place the amazons would've appreciated.