It is nearing winter, and with it come an urge the young girl cannot deny. She must find a male. Though it is not necessary, she finds the want to bring life where she had previously only brought death. She wishes to know why her mother would have done such a hideous thing as risk herself for a young one, it was something she needed to understand. Maybe it is her father's blood that makes her neglect this urge, or well, she had been. Now she found the want to know overwhelming and undeniable.

"What do we do today?" She asks herself out loud, delicate frame moving slowly out of her den under the great redwood tree she found in the depths of the forest. The forest remained a deep green, and the smell of conifer trees lit the air with a festive sort of spirit. It made the young woman want to play, and her games never truly remained innocent. Settling on this course of action, Taji moves and stretches as she makes her way into the world once again. Perhaps, there will be a wolf willing to play with the daughter of Jumanji. Hopefully, he would be a wolf who could handle a little roughness, the girl wasn't one for being gentle.