The hunt had become my primary hobby in those rare doldrums when I could let Caesura and Malachi run free and be pups, knowing they were safe within the borders of Taviora. In these moments, I would find my sister. When I’d first returned to Taviora, Zelda had mentioned I should find Taika in the woods of Taviora, but in the months since my return I have yet to see hide nor hair of her. Slowly, I widened my search, probing into the souther freelands even, but to no avail! Once more I scour the woods, stopping when I recognize the subtle change into the Enocra woodlands, the border between Taviora and Asteraia. Could it be that Zelda was mistaken? That Taika hadn’t settled down but rather took a rather lengthy rest? After all, this was Taika, the untamable spirit that so reflected my own when I’d first arrived in Moladion all those years ago. I smirked to myself, undeservedly smug for my gut knowing better than Taika abandoning her ultimate freedom. Pressing further into the sparse woods, I let out a familiar if unpracticed howl which Taika often used to rally her troops before moving on to their next heartfelt destination. Surely, if she or any other of her band of merry wanderers were around they would heed the call. Not content to simply remain put, I fan out, searching for any respondents to the call.