A island of dinosaurs. Their presence had been so insignificant that Bakugou nearly forgot the utahraptors existed on the island. He had familiarised himself with the two types: the scaly ones and the feathered ones, both of which were equally unsettling. From the looks of it, this one that the reaver sees from a distance must be one of the raptors belonging to Owen. The ragdoll scrunches his nose, his fiery tail crackling in silent distaste. If the pair were paying close enough attention to their surroundings, perhaps they would be able to feel eyes on them but Bakugou was sitting in his lifeguard tower, holding a pair of binoculars to his tired eyes. His signature scowl is laced upon his youthful features, a critical glint from his sanguine hues. He knows for a fact that he isn't particularly fond of the raptors reappearing. Exodus was enough and now the venandi were beginning to rise again. To see one of Owen's raptors return only posed as more of a threat to Bakugou's 'peace'. Well, peace if he ignores the intense pain which riled his cells. He wishes he knew what was wrong with him but instead he chooses to waste away on those painkillers, ruining his own image of himself.

Bakugou, beginning to move once again, walks down his stairs and towards Owen. There's a lack of expression on his face but anyone looking at his eyes could see that the male was simply unsure how to feel. A nothingness has consumed the adolescent who is merely reacting to his surroundings, too dosed up to really consider how he felt or what he wanted. Owen is a raptor trainer, he reminds himself. Or at least, that was what the other crewmate told him. He doesn't really know because he cares little for the german shepherd other than the fact that he was intensely petty, something he found rather vexing. "Which one o' your raptors is that?" the reaver asks, twitching an ear. Should the feral creature try to bite him, he will probably summon a wall of fire on impulse. It always happens before he realises what's happening but it's saved him a number of times.

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He stiffens slightly when the raptor looks directly at him, likely because he doesn't expect such a barbaric beast to look him so intently, as if trying to decipher what exactly the ragdoll was. It was as if the creature were incapable of recognising things others found to be far too obvious, twitching an ear in mild disappointment because the raptor must be another one of those feral beasts that roamed The Typhoon. He would never consider them to be members of their island because they the same as prey, the same as the kinds of pets that other members carried along with them. His fur raises when Owen speaks to the utahraptor with words he does not recognise, frowning briefly but quickly dropping the expression when the german shepherd looked at him again. Delta. Right, he thinks, unimpressed and knowing he will likely forget the name in the long run. He wonders if the reptile was even capable of recognising her own name, about to ask the question when something else creeps into his mind, another curiosity sparking within the reaver. "Beta," Bakugou repeats rather aimlessly, watching meat be thrown towards the utahraptor in disinterest. "Who's the alpha then?" He raises a brow towards the male.

His inquisitive expression isn't help for long though when his fellow reaver approaches, darkness and all. Luciferus. All looks of criticism escapes him, like light retreating from a rising wall. Bakugou has some respect for the much older creature, or at least he'd never intend to be on the male's bad side considering his dragon form. Intimidation works as a way of keeping Bakugou under control, or at least that was what his mother had always imposed on him. 'For mine'. The ragdoll turns his sanguine hues directly to the ebony male, teeth still pressed together in fear he would allow himself to a Freudian slip. One of his? The memories return to the numb male, remembering the way the ugly cluster of feathers would follow and chirp to the male as though Lucifer were their mother. Although he can see how the reaver can pass as a paternal figure, he cannot for the life of him sit there and imagine Lucifer nestling with such small and fragile-looking raptors. He begins to feel his own kind of stress from these forming unions, these two dominant males and their pack. It bothers him to know that there were tiny armies beginning to form within The Typhoon. There better not be an uprising for Bakugou would find himself siding with The Typhoon than the likes of Lucifer or Owen should they betray the island.

"Why don't your raptors have feathers anyway?" He's seen many interpretations of such prehistoric reptiles. Originally, he knew the scaled creatures to be featherless. It gave them an almost wyvern-like appearance, something rather intimidating. But with recent studies, Bakugou learnt that raptors were most likely found to be bearing feathers along their bodies, dappled in a turkey-esque demeanor. He thought it was rather laughable until he saw the real life thing, the venandi be born that day.