Pack meant everything to them. With the way that their vocalizations worked, they were able to be heard for miles. Almost like that of a lions roar to let the entire pride know where they were going and how they were. Being able to communicate long distances was one of the ways that the pack was able to keep track of one another. It wasn't impossible for some members of the pack to split up. This had been something that had been observed by the humans that had created them in that lab before dropping them into the groups that were the clans. They were basically test subjects, and there were different methods that they had used to keep track of them. Blue having been exposed to one of their methods on trying to trap them before, and that had been through an electrified net. Which had given her nothing but burns and made her wounds get infected that Owen had to fix in a moments notice. Or at least, get someone else to fix her wounds since the male wasn't exactly great when it did come to medical knowledge. Compared to maybe some of her sisters, the Utahraptor didn't exactly have the greatest trust when it came to group like these. All that mattered to her was the aspect of the pack. If there was a weak link in the pack, it would be detrimental to all of them, and Blue couldn't have that happen. Instead, it would be better for survival to protect one another from harm. She didn't care who she would end up having to go through to protect them as well. The Utahraptor was feral and didn't exactly have the same morals that others did. However, she wasn't dumb either, because she was able to tell another pack when she saw one. She had instincts after all, and that's what drove most of her actions in general. Most of the time the groups that they decided to stay with figured out that giving them food was one of the quick ways that one could gain the wild animal's trust. Either way, while Owen wasn't around she was the one that was in charge and made sure to keep others in line. The blue-grey Utahraptor had been trotting through the edge of the territory. Keeping to the trees. She didn't blend in as well compared to the rest of her sisters that had more of a greenish or brownish hues. She knew her limitations when it came to what her body was capable of. One thing was obvious though was that she had a lot more scars than the rest of her sisters. A large scar on her long time, which was missing a chunk of muscle, a etched in scar on her leg, and scars across the right side of her body. The Utahraptor stopped midstep though when she heard a familiar sound off in the distance. She was easily able to identify who made that call. Charlie. She understood that perfectly. Her arms pressed into her side, and she flexed her hands. Blue was quick to react with her own broadcast call, rearing back slightly as she did to, using her muscular tail as balance. Huffing would emit from her jaws as she sprinted onto the scene, before skidding to a halt to the right of the slowly growing group. The smell of blood hung in the air meaning that one of her sisters killed something. Her head turned to look at her stripped sibling and Echo. Blue would simply offer a chuff as a means of greeting the two, before looking toward the two small animals that were a small distance away from them. The fear scent was coming from them, and Blue immediately took charge of the situation. Her arms started to move away from her side so she could point her claws in their direction toward Roy and Gordon. Fear meant food. There was nothing else to be concerned about. The heavily scarred blue-ish grey Utahraptor came to stand in front of her sisters, her sickle claws tapping the ground. She crouched herself slightly, and let out a scream toward them. If they didn't remain calm, they would be food. If they didn't give food they would become the food. They would only have seconds to react before Blue would given order to attack the two Ascendants members.