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

feel free to skip him, he's just lingering

Information about the coywolf's skills comes forth, and the details steer towards the capabilities of a plant. Dio wonders how and where he had learned such things, if it was by word of mouth or by experience itself. He reasons it is probably a little of both, something born out of earnest interest or necessity, and continues on to interject nothing.

A gull drifts overhead, hanging lower than others so far. He watches it as it seems to watch him before coasting away eventually. It's strangely peaceful.