Anyone who saw Jayberry come probably went running.

Her eerie shape, shrouded in the mist, was bad enough. Too long legs, a lashing tail. But the way she moved? She lurched, staggering as though about to fall with each step. And she was--she couldn't get used to her new legs, or the claws that seemingly had minds of their owns.

But this was important, and so she was determined. It was probably a bad idea, but she was determined to do it. So she continued to stumble through Cetus, feeling through the swamp as she cast out spells, unable to quite get used to the feeling of her gemstone fang flicking down and up with each cast of her spell.

But it paid off--she suddenly sensed a magical presence, and went to work digging in the swamp, seeking the Gemstone she had sensed.

The she-wolf walked, and walked, until her awkward new paws struck something hard. Casting her magic out (and feeling her fang scrape her tongue, making her grimace), she sensed Magic beneath her. So she began to work, scooping away the muck with her paws twisted into scoops, until she finally found something that gleamed blue-green.

Awkwardly, she picked it up in her paw, bringing it to her mouth and beginning to lick it clean. Finally she had a Gemstone, and her tail wagged, nearly knocking her over. Oh, this was perfect! What was inside, she wondered, observing it for a long moment. It was roughly cut, nothing unlike her own well-curved fang, or the perfect oval of Yewberry's throat-stone.

But finally, holding it carefully in her paw, she continued to hobble through Cetus some more.