I'm beginning to feel like a Dungeon Dragon

soul bound to none | heart captured by none | warrior of nowhere | no children | loner

Jagger saw the look of astonishment in her new friend's eyes and chuckled a little. She didn't set out to impress her or anything, indeed, she rarely actively did things to impress others. If it did happen, it was just a happy coincidence. The reason she jumped down was because it was the fastest way and she didn't want Chickadee to have to climb up to meet her. What kind of person would make another, one that didn't look like they had all that much experience in climbing, do so just to talk? That was Jagger; always putting others, yes even others she'd just met, before herself. If she came across someone who was hungry or just missed a kill, she'd offer to help. If she had a kill herself she'd give it to them, no matter if she was hungry or not and would refuse to take anymore if she had already started eating. That was her, she'd always give up whatever she had for others. She could be starving, she'd give her food to another. She could be tire and cold, she'd let someone have her den. She could be more battered than she was now and she'd fight for someone else.

Really, she'd fight for anyone. She was a protector by nature, and would do so without to much as a thought. Whenever she made a new friend the friend gained a new guardian. Even if she was miles away, in some other land, if she got word a friend, no matter where they were, was in trouble, she'd go without so much as a second thought. She considered Chicky a friend already, and therefor the girl just got a de facto bodyguard. If anyone so much as tried to hurt her, in any way, they'd have to deal with Jagger. While she may not be the biggest in the land anymore, she was one of them. She fought with the same level of skills as any battle-tested warlord. And despite her friendly demeanor, she'd ripped out her fair share of throats in her travels. When packs took her in and they were at war, she'd join. Whether or not they wanted her too. Some of the packs she'd taken shelter in were very traditional; believing that the males were superior and that females couldn't fight or war and were only good for pup sitting, making more pups, and tending to their mates and pack.

She'd offered to help them when they got ready for a battle, but they'd always refused. Even after she'd got her scars on her back leg, they refused to let her fight. They said a female's place was with the pack, not on the battlefield. Luckily, she stopped short of eviscerating the narrow-minded bastards, and bided her time instead. They left a few males back to "guard" the ones staying behind, and she snuck away from them and joined the fight. If only to prove that females could fight just as well and better in some cases, then males. Some packs changed their ways and began to allow females into the military ranks and ranks of power, but more often than not, they were too set in their ways. No matter, Jagger wished she could change them but she wasn't going to waste her breath and energy for something that she couldn't change, no matter how much she wanted too.

"I am. I just got here about a week ago." She smiled at the fellow newcomer. She was small, about five inches shorter than the scarred brawler, and at least a good twenty pounds lighter, but that didn't mean she couldn't be a mean fighter. She knew one female, Kaderin, another traveler, that was the same size as Chicky, if not smaller. Kade was just as good a fighter as Jagger, if not better even. She was friendly, sorta, having an extreme tight rein on her emotions. Once you got past the shell though and earned her trust, you'd have a loyal friend -and another bodyguard like Jagger- for life. Or until you did something to lose the trust or betray the loyalty.

"Hey, Chicky love, do you have a den or anything?" She asked, cocking her head. She had a den -well, technically. It was really just an indentation -depression?- in the ground she'd cleared of snow. It was good enough for Jagger. It was winter and she didn't want to take a den away from someone that needed it more. Yes, you heard right. The wolf would feel bad taking away a den from a smaller animal. She might be able to fit in a fox's den, but in her mind, the fox needed it more. They were smaller and therefor more susceptible to the cold, and didn't have as thick of fur as wolves did. If Chickadee didn't have a den, she would be more than happy to share her indentation with her. It might not be a traditional den, but it was better than nothing.
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