Really, she had been relatively... scattered, she supposed would be the best way to put it. Between trying to manage her own learning, Sinclair, her desire to explore and talk endlessly and now having to take care of her father while he recovered... things were just hectic. She had already dealt with the uncertainty of it all and now, she had to try stick all the pieces back together. Really, she was more thankful for Riopat's existence then ever before. She had been a brilliant teacher but now she had really gotten to show her skills, and it was enough to push Cersei back into overdrive. She wanted to be that good, but maybe even better... and better at more things. Riopat had inspired her to heal but her father had once more inspired her to learn to fight (something she was sure Sinclair would help her with.) But, for now, she was restrained to what she considered kitchen duties. For the most part, she merely got to patrol the border and hunt until her father was feeling more up to the task. It was fun work but tedious, and she felt envy for those that got to leave freely. Sometimes she cursed her loyalty. It was a fault, she was sure of it.

During her patrol, however, she had fast come across a scent that was all too familiar - it was one she knew like her very own, for she had been born alongside it. At first, she had mistaken it for Maradona's, her ear flickering in curiosity and yet... it seemed less so. It was more foreign, more distant in her memory and yet, she remembered the face so suddenly: Octavia! Instantly, her ears and eyes zoned in on whatever evidence of her bearing there was - it didn't take her long. For what it was worth, she had become quite adept at following others, as bad as that might have sounded on her account. She couldn't help it - perhaps a bit of her father's nature had rubbed off on her, after all.

In an instant, she was off, quickly forgetting her tasks as she pummeled through the sparse forestry. It barely took her five minutes before she caught sight of her sister; it was strange, really. She remembered her sister as strange and lanky as young wolves were but now... now she looked every part the graceful woman, every part alike to their parents. With a bark, she had swung around in order to come from her sister's front, her steps bouncing as her tail waved behind her. Of course, there was still a hesitancy and a caution. After all, what kind of grounds were they on? Why had she left? Where had she been? There were so many questions... yet, all she wished to do was embrace her sister and let her know how happy she was to see her once again. Instead, she could only usher several measly words, her eyes full of hope.

"'Tavia, is it really you?"