Ocean's Breath Plateau Salt

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While neither of these wolves knew each other, they had each found something that made them feel a sort of comfort. While he had reminded her of a man she had considered a fatherly figure, she had reminded him of the wild-eyed witches of his home. Though the doctors had always had a strange way about them, and had been prone to mystic ways that he could not fully comprehend, Skellige had always shared a reverence for them. Although the wraith may not have been capable of giving the small female the relationship she had sought, he would give her a home because she had been called to the ocean and he had been the one to find her there. It was destined.
 
The girl did not give him a name, and prompted him to call her Doctor. Furrowing his brows once more, the dark brute resigned to accept this and nodded his head. “Very well,” he spoke softly, eyes trailing her features once again to be certain of himself and his decision. He could not ignore this sign; they had taught him to be careful of the mystics and the manner in which they presented things to him. There could be no doubt that this woman would help him in his time of need.
 
“We will go to the bay, Witch Doctor,” he explained to her, drawing his muzzle upward in the direction they intended to travel. Though he did not like not knowing this woman’s calling, he supposed that all of the witches on Warsaw had obtained new names from the mystics after they had become fully fledged. This wiry girl could be the same. For the time being, Skellige would not fuss with her name, and would simply call her by her role.
 
Motioning for the girl to follow him in the direction of the bay, the brute swung his head around to meet her and he drew his ears forward. “I will need you to bless our new home. We need to know that the sea protects us,” his voice rumbled to her. With all of the other packs who resided in the wilds, the titan knew that he needed to be careful; should they come to his doorstep, he would need the sea to support him and those who followed him.
 
Pausing for a moment, he locked the russet of his eyes with her own and he allowed the wind to sift through the great tufts of his inky pelt. “Do you need to collect anything before we go?” the sea king asked of her. If the witch had medicinal herbs or plants to commune with those from the beyond, he would not want her to leave them behind.

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