No longer would the dark queen enjoy the hunt. Her teeth would never again taste the fresh blood of the prey as it ran from her. Paws would never feel the beat of the earth as they carried her towards her target. Eyes would never again see... anything. Though Jaye had come to accept it all, she still felt a pang of jealously and sadness at having to be left out of the hunt. As a wolf and a natural born hunter, Jaye wanted nothing more than to feel the rush of taking something larger than herself down alongside her pack mates. There had been a beast seen down on the beach that Weylin wanted to kill. He had gathered up their finest warriors and set off to take it down. Jaye had been left behind to do what? There was nothing she could really do anymore and so she started to wander around Glorall. The dark wolfess found herself walking by the pack borders checking the scent markers.

That was how she found it and her heart was sent fluttering in her chest! The scent of a wolf not of Glorall filled her nose, it was familiar to her and yet, not. There, hidden to most, was Bahamut's smell something Jaye never thought she would ever scent again! It was impossible, he couldn't have survived. The last thing these eyes ever saw was the strange Skyrock fall from above and land upon her beloved mate and children more than two years ago. He perished and she lived. That was how things were. It couldn't be true! Bahamut was dead, he was not in Glorall. Even as Jaye thought it, her paws carried her away from the borders back towards the beach as she followed the scent. Slowly, her paws carried her closer to the salt water and it was there that she heard the many growls and barks of her pack mates and the scent of blood reach her nose. What happen- oh, of course. The pack hunt! They must have been successful and bringing whatever the beast had been down. Good, they would need the meat.

The older female suddenly realized she just how hungry she was but she needed to find answers first before she would feed her stomach. Who was this wolf who smelled so much like her Bahamut? It didn't take long for Jaye to find him and with no thought of how odd her actions may look she began to press her nose into Titan's fur as if she was trying to see with her sense of smell and touch. It was clear that this wolf was not her Bahamut but there was something about him... Jaye pulled herself back and gazed at this stranger with dead eyes. "Please, forgive me. I believed you to be someone who was very dear to me. You kind of smell just like him. My mistake." she said. Then she turned to where the sound of growls and the scent of blood was the strongest and she couldn't help but sigh at the thought of eating. Jaye knew her place, she knew what was right and what was wrong. Her jaws had not helped to bring this prey down and as such she would need to wait her turn to eat. Moving to sit a bit a ways from the others, Jaye waited with her own thoughts haunting her of days long since passed.