Ravenshook Cliffs of salted crimes

She? Does he not know that the sea is a man? Doctor began to feel very uncomfortable - as if she were somewhere she should not have gone, and someone was about to discover her presence. She did not bother correcting his talk of the sea, nor did she explain to him that a lord was a king and not a deity. In her mind she was reeling, her actions coming into question as he told her that no, they were not siblings. She did not know this man, even if he seemed to know the Leviathan. Was he dangerous? An enemy? Should she strike him now while he was weak?

With uncertainty came fear, and the thick fur along her back and neck began to stand on-end. Who is this man? her mind screamed at her, insisting that she run, fast and far away.

"I am Doctor,"  she said firmly, though her paws still brought her away from him and closer to the waves, who were her friends, yes, but she hadn't know they were divine. But this wolf seemed convinced of what he was saying, and Doctor remembered that she had been made to bless the land - or to have the sea bless it, more like. Maybe this stranger knew more about that than her.

So he knew the sea, and he knew her lord. She still did not recognize him, but she was Doctor. She had to help him, especially if he was a part of her pack.

Thus decided, she approached once more, though in a more wary nature, this time. "Let's go, then. I will make you a poultice when we get to the top." Her eyes cast around the sheer rise, searching for the easiest path. She kept the man always in her vision, though her mind was elsewhere. Ragwort, Goldenrod, Sweetgum leaves...