Bearclaw Valley what you need is a sweet caress

Brine.

Ameline smiled as she caught the scent of the ocean on the wind, though it was mingled thoroughly in the scent of wolf who also smelled of woodlands and fen. It was the scent of Sapphique that steadied her approach; she had no need to charge when she regarded the sea witches with respect.

It wasn’t until she saw the girl’s dark mask that she actually realized who it was that had come to her borders. Her brow lifted; the child had been haughty, bold. She wondered if much had changed.

You’re far from the thea now, daughter of Thapphique.