Taika bounded forward when the other woman greeted her with equal friendliness. Her tail waved eagerly in the air and her eyes shined with the natural out going nature she possessed, hiding the conflicts she had been facing before. She was pleased with the fact she was able to set aside herself to meet new people as she always had. Life was not lost to her, and she could continue to be herself, no matter what the negative forces of the world tried to do to her. Her grin continued and she tilted her head in interest at Zeltzin’s introduction. She did not know very many pack wolves, and honestly found them strange to her. The need to travel and explore was far too deep in the gypsy’s bones to be able to give it up. It was an interesting thought though.

I am Taika, one of the gypsies of Moladion. Indeed she almost looked like a dancing gypsy. Her eyes were shining and bright, when she got to them she was light on her feet. The free spirit that consumed her was almost always palpable around her. Even when she was sitting in front of the pack wolf, she seemed to vibrate with her energy. Taika looked over the older female and stepped forward, breathing in to get as much information as she could while she trotted around her, posture harmless and curious. Zeltzin, please don’t think me rude. But what made you choose to stay in a pack? Specifically Taviora? She sat back in front of the other. Everything about her expression was polite curiosity. She could smell the forests on her coat. As much as she loved being surrounded by trees, she had also experienced sand, and poked through the mountains with Tithe. What was it that called a wolf to settle and find a home? To give up the freedom of adventure.