It has been week now since the baby Jagras hatched from its egg and

wrecked havoc in my private suite. Ain't no big deal though, I made do with less before and this is a new opportunity to make some changes to the place. As for the Jagras, it

behave that way because there is no social structure for them to associate with. Luckily, I have a small group of Revoltures and Woodland Pteryxs that could offer some

insight on that. I introduce him to the flock. The Jagras is very curious about these new creatures. One Pteryx approaches the Jagras. It pecks his head. The Jagras was annoyed

by this gesture. The Revoltures peck at him as well. In Jagras packs there is a pecking order. It stimulates a natural hierarchy. I present a large piece of Rathalos leg and place it

slowly onto the ground. The Jagras attempts to get first pick, but the Revoltures and Pteryxs squawk and screech at him. They then turn their attention to the Rathalos leg as I

place it on the ground. The Revoltures and Pteryxs begin to feed first. The Jagras creeps in close. The Pteryx gives him a look, then resumes to feed. The Jagras cautiously joins

in. He may have been annoyed by this experience but he was put in his place. After that day, they all became the best of friends. Slowly over time he started to accelerate in his

growth spurt. My guess is that in two months time he would have achieved his adult. As a Biologist, I can't help but feel inquired to discover how a Jagras becomes a Great

Jagras. There is a theory that if there is hardly any competition with rival predators, it triggers the alpha of a pack, the one who leads, to grow into a Great Jagras. After that

happens, The Great Jagras acts a personal defense and provider for the pack. It is trying to do everything in its power to protect them, to give them a fighting chance. It sounds

truly admirable. When a Great Jagras is defeated, whether by our hunters, or any alpha predator, the surviving pack must relocate to a whole new area until the competition has

moved on so they can start over. I wonder if this little Jagras that I rescued will become one. Hmmm, he sleeping with the Revoltures and Pteryxs. Maybe he see's them with as

his pack. A sea breeze is starting to come in from the southern coast. I add more wood to the fireplace. Seeing the Jagras sleeping there, He reminds me of my late palico

named Joe. He passed away from old age, but hunted with me and stayed at my side for many, many years. If he is watching me right now, I bet he would be happy knowing

that I am not sad. This Jagras was no longer just some experiment. He was part of this family. I know that it will not be easy to convince the commander is he could stay here.

Next time when the Jagras is old enough, I will take him throughout the different areas of the known parts of the New World, possibly even to Hinterlands. A place that lies

beyond the great mountain wall of the Elder Recess.