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She had spent so long searching, searching, searching. It felt like forever, and she still had not found them. After some time she felt herself drawn back to the sea, as always, following the coastline and wave patterns as though they were the most natural form of navigation. The wind and the sea always were more reliable than any map she'd ever read.
The journey led Canopus to a border, one she didn't recognize but one that smelled of salt and mist. It was comforting, brought a smile to the maned wolf's expression which had been solemn for so many moons. If there were a good sign in the world, this was it. This was a place where she felt belonging tugging at her heart, and if her other half were to know where to find her, it would be here. Her own journey had proven fruitless; perhaps it was time to rest.
Cannie raised her head to the wind, smiling even wider now as she took in the scents. Silver eyes peered into the horizon, hoping to find someone coming near soon enough. "Hello? I would like to stay in this place, please," she called out uncertainly, blue tail sweeping the ground in a nervous tick.