Totoka River Diving in the deep,

Aimi was walking, for what seemed like miles now, with her nose trailing sand for a scent, she even scouted the Bayside nearly ten times. Yet the blue orbed shark was nowhere to be found — YUNXU was NOWHERE to be found. He'd ignored the otter's warnings to stay put on those shores and to not move a goddamn inch until he was at least partially healed, and yet here the sandy she-wolf was, searching for wherever he went. 

When Aimi found Yunxu, she was going to put him 6 feet under the grave. Lovingly, yet painfully at the same time.

A trail scent was followed, but not one belonging to her brother, unfortunately. Aimi's sour expression still remained planted on her scrunched muzzle, but turned into suprise when she saw both a red and black figure infront of her. They were natives, ones that the otter probably couldn't understand...............shit