Jais

Jais had mistakenly thought he'd picked up the scent of a very cherished fatale, but he was wrong. Maybe it was his mind messing with him, with his subconscious longing for what seemed forever gone. His one love, Tri-Tundra.

Jais slowed his frantic pace, hanging his head forlornly and drooped his snowy ears against his head. It was agonizing to think what might have befallen the wolfess; all the threat of bears. How ironic fate was! Both their pasts had been huanted by the lumbering beasts! Had she been slain by one, during that fateful hunt? Jais through back his head and howled out a wretched song of grief, pouring out his broken heart while clinging to the smallest shred of hope that, somewhere out there, she just might hear him.