Cerulean Cape breaking water

"No." The answer was quick, concise. She had no notion of where Mou could have traveled, for she knew nothing of Mou before his life on the island. His memory loss had made him an enigma; even if there were places he had called home before--for he certainly had--he couldn't remember them, and had never voiced them. No, following his scent was the only way.

And what if it faded, suddenly? Maegi didn't know how to grapple with the thought of losing her friend--losing yet another wolf so close to her heart.

She gave the woman a faint smile, trying to push down the worry. It didn't help a thing. "Just if you see him. . .tell him I'm looking," Maegi repeated. "I've gotta go. Thanks for your help." With a curt nod, the girl went on doggedly, head lowered to the ground as she resumed the hunt. It wouldn't occur to her until much later that she had made her name known--but had never gotten the woman's name in return.