The wind whispered

"The salty smell?"

Gwyndolyn acknowledged this was right with a quick movement of her head, though she didn't slow down until several seconds later, when Novella had finished speaking. She stopped a moment after that, head canting slightly as she considered the word, foreign to her as so many others still seemed to be. They didn't get many travellers where she was from. No one had ever mentioned anything called an "ocean" before. The question was likely apparent on her face: what is an ocean? But she did not voice it directly. She wanted to go there... so asked another question entirely, "Is it very far?"

Gwyn was not much older than the other girl... and not quite as well-learned in her geography beyond the forests she had called home and their simple surroundings. There had been too few visitors she cared to recall, and few of them spoke of their journeys. Nor had Gwyn been given the chance to ask them about all they and seen and experienced. She was guarded jealously - along with her brothers - whenever strangers were present. She did not understand it then and doubted she could hope to understand it now. She would, for the moment, chalk it up to overprotective parents and leave it at that. "I would not drag you further from your home than you would like," she commented after a moment just to make it clear Novella was under no obligations when it came to following Gwyn (for this venture had become just that, rather than two wolves exploring it seemed.) She supposed if it was too far then she might continue on alone... or, perhaps not wishing to part company, she may yet turn to follow Novella's lead.