The fields tended to be hot in the summer, and boring in the fall. But here she found herself, on an adventure she had decided to take herself on. The moist ground offered itself to an entirely different journey than what most would have sought. Most would have avoided the puddles and the mud as though they would have been a nuisance to them. Taika, on the other hand, stuck her nose into any puddle she could find. Before the middle of the day her chocolate and red coat was caked in muck. It weighed her down and sapped her endless energy. Muttering to herself she moved to higher, drier, ground. The cool fall air had started to kill the long grasses of the field. When the wind blew a crinkling whisp went through the air. Grinning from ear to ear the gypsy girl chased the wind and the breaking grass stocks.

She played and chased and ran as the sun moved across the sky. It was not until she heard a song mingling in the wind that her paws slowed and she was brought back to the world around her. Gold cracked eyes looked around to track the source of the howl. It called specifically for her. One ear quirked in curiosity and she set off in the direction it came from. It did not take her too long to find the spotlessly clean male that had called her name. Still layered in dried mud she was a stark contrast to the pack wolf. She approached cheerfully, a smile on her face. There was no air of submission nor reverence for the wolf who came from a territory. There was a friendly respect in her movements and expression. Grinning, she sat in front of Hyrule, banner beating against the ground. “Greetings! You called?” Innocent face tilted at him attentively. He clearly knew who she was, she waited patiently for him to introduce himself. In the meantime, the wiser part of her sniffed the air and studied him. He was a wolf who smelled of Diveen, one of the only packs she had yet to visit even briefly. It surprised her that a wolf from that territory would know enough to call her name in the common lands.