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An ardent desire to meet those of this land encompasses the sojourner. For many miles his paws had tread across unfamiliar soil, his lovely eyes taking in the packs and the loners with intense curiosity. From the north he had traveled south, finding that the further south he went the sweeter the words and the kinder the actions. There were always those few who were determined to prove that they were not weak - that no stranger would remain on their lands without challenge. Jackdaw was not a fan of fighting but the blood in him burned hot so he could not turn down a challenge. It was only when things started to get violent that he would back down and concede his defeat, a bit grumpily, and be on his way. It was always a celebratory thing to win, however, and at times he was not the most gracious of winners, preferring to boast.

The breeze brings him the sound of rustling wheat and he turns his head across his shoulders, watching the stunningly large female emerge. She is a glorious specimen, the soft sway of her fur in the sunlight and the speckled nose. Even the reddish-orange hue beneath her jaw and that drapes across her back like a saddle. He blinks for a moment, quite surprised at his good fortune at having come across a rather bonny lass, even if she was larger than him. Size doesn't matter, however... at times. He grins at her, a sinful sort of smile, and follows each graceful movement as she comes to sit next to him. Such a brave lass she is, so open and free, and he finds that he immediately likes her. She DID compliment him, after all. "Thank you, Ambrosia," he says, rolling the r's in her name to stretch it out and taste it in his mouth. His nose twitches, her scent already intruding in his space, and it is pleasant.

"Jackdaw, or just Jack. At your service, lass," he answers now, angling towards her slightly and extending one obsidian leg and tucking his head down beside it in a makeshift courtly bow. No one ever said he didn't know how to be charming. He tucks his leg back into his spot before, not wishing to intrude on her space for long, and stares at her. "You are fetching." Well, she complimented him first, so why couldn't he do so back? "I am most glad that you were the one to answer my call." Again his lips peel back into that rakish grin, pleased with his fortune.

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