Sequoia Coast what matters, love, to a goddess of death?

This takes place in the area above the dragoncrest cliffs.

The closer they get, the saltier the air feels—tastes—and her heart thrums heavily in her chest. Her head swings once to her right to look at @Gluskap and then to the left at @Dio, though she can’t imagine they anticipate the ocean as much as she does. It takes more effort than expected but remains silent as they make the last stretch to the water. When, just over the horizon, she sees the beginnings of the water. The waves are faint but the wind increases and her feet turn into a trot to close the distance.

They get there, following one side of a river that eventually dumps out into the ocean, and she deviates from the group. Gluskap has his own task, and Thuringwethil doesn’t quite know what they are looking for, and Dio is more along for the ride and protection as her guard. She remains within sight and earshot but for the time being, she forgets her wolves. Home calls to her and she closes her eyes, a slight mist on her face as she buries her toes in the sand and listens to the waves crash against the short.