It seemed like spring was in full bloom at long last but to the Glorall pack it was... empty. Spring should be loud with the sound of new born pups echoing from dens and yet Jaye could not hear any. This year, there would be no pups of Glorall and this new brought a heavy heart to Jaye. The old wolfess knew that the only way the pack was to get stronger was to bring in new wolves. True, they could always recruit loners but what really made a pack strong were the family bonds that were formed. She remembered a time long ago when the packs of Old Moladion were still new how strong they all were. Most were started by a mated pair and simply grew from there. Of course, more wolves joined and soon they became an unbeatable force. Glorall would be like the packs of old one day, but it looked like for now each wolf needed to seek out new members in order to strengthen the pack.

Jaye couldn't help but sigh to herself at this thought as she knew that it was required for every wolf to pull their weight. Jaye knew that even she in her weaken state was expected to do all she could for the good of the pack. Not once did she ask Weylin to treat her differently than he would another, healthier member of the pack. It simply wasn't Jaye's way to seek mercy. But over time, the tasks had taken a toll on her weaker body and she had become sick. Even now, as her ebony paws carried her slowly across the pack lands, Jaye was finding it hard to breath as her lungs strained with the fluid that filled them. Refusing to cough for fear of showing weakness, Jaye simply ignored the pain in her chest as she moved along the borders of Glorall. Jaye had been marking the territory all morning though she could tell that it didn't need it much. After Weylin had returned to claim the throne from the Diamond King, he had made sure that all of Moladion knew this land was his again by marking the borders with his strong scent. Jaye chucked. Just like his grandfather would have done. Not for the first time, the elder's heart gave a tug of sadness as she remembered her beloved mate, Bahamut.

It was the wind that told Jaye of the stranger. It blew his scent towards her and for a moment her hackles raised as the natural instinct to protect her pack overwhelmed her. But the moment passed and Jaye calmed herself down. If this wolf had wanted to trespass he would have done so already. Instead he stood just outside the boundaries as if waiting for something to happen. Perhaps Jaye was that something. Dead eyes stared forward as she approached the newcomer and a pleasant smile was on her lips. "Hello there, stranger. Welcome to Glorall, land of water. What business do you have here?" Jaye asked in her sweet, motherly voice.