BLUE

female ✦ the typhoon ✦ raptor squad

[member=1310]OWEN.[/member]
Blue never really was one to respect scent lines, or other's territory in general, unless, of course, it was her territory being invaded. Flecks of dried blood from her last meal was still visible as she trotted onward, towards the one place that would be the closest thing she could call home, even if she did not fully understand the concept.

To her, home was where her pack was. It was no fixed place, unless her sisters and Alpha were there, and there to stay. Before, it had been the Ascendents, and Isla Nublar, and many other places, even if she was unaware of the names. She held no fondness for those places, never really had. It was the same with the Typhoon, and any other future home they may have.

With this, the grey-and-blue utahraptor sped up a bit, long tail whipping back and forth as the predator weaved through the trees, skillfully dodging any obstacles. This was, after all, the ideal environment for her. Not somewhere snowy, such as the mountains, or too hot like the desert, but somewhere where the humid rainforest could support her, teeming with life and offering few predators.

Since dinorsaurs had gone extinct, the animals that had taken their place at the top of the food chain held too much weakness to ever surpass predators such as Blue and her sisters. Which meant wherever they went, they easily could climb their way to the top, whether alone or in a group. It was simply the way things worked.

A huffing sound could be heard as she finally came to a stop, nostrils flaring as she bent to the ground, claws tapping the ground in both anticipation and excitement as she caught traces of a familiar scent. Alpha. Alpha is here. No sign of any of her sisters, though. With this in mind, she lifted her head, letting out a loud broadcast call, something that should send anything with any common sense running, and alert Alpha and her sisters of her location.

Blue was home.