Honeyed Pasture but i've never loved one before

“Another of the sea,” she murmurs then, the first wolf she had encountered in the valley hailing from such a place—the sharp scent of salt holding a certain allure to the ivory female. That encounter remained nothing but a ghost of a memory now—when the lands had held promise for a fresh start and before her heart had been shattered with loss.

He fell to silence, as did she for a moment. It could have been easier to simply nod, continuing on her way. She held no real intent to stay here—not when unfinished business remained on the other side of the looming mountains… Like a magnet, she constantly found herself in the presence of the mountain’s shadow.

But first she was curious: “What is it about the ocean that appeals to you?”