06-16-2018, 12:01 PM
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As expected from lands that stank of mammals, her call attracted plenty of them. Their uniform pack-like smell made it obvious that, even while each individual would be easy to take down, she didn't want to risk confrontation. Plenty of odd beasts, hairy and warm-blooded creatures caked in foul odors, existed in these wild lands - most of which she'd never experienced before and her instincts didn't know how to handle. Still, she was confident in her own ability, given her track record of individual survival.
Straightening her posture, the green-tinted raptor eyed Bast curiously, not sure what to make of his odd vocalizations. He seemed to oscillate between mammal and bird-like communications, as though trying to match the chirps of her sisters. This was puzzling to her, as small mammals usually didn't stare steadily up at her while making odd assortments of noises. Tilting her head to the left, then to the right, she let out a chuffing vocalization in the back of her throat - not a threatening noise, but a low-pitched huffy greeting.
On her inhale, the scent of mammal fear came to her attention, and the green-scaled raptor's gaze instantly shot to Wren. In an instant, her nonchalant and confident body language started to shift, as she leaned towards him and let out a loud and hungry screech. Wren smelled like prey, with the intoxicating scent of fear about him, and Delta only considered prey good for filling her belly. Right now, she was full - good for Wren.
Also good for Wren, her attention shifted to the young raptor as he came brazenly up to her with excited vocalizations and friendly chirps. Usually, in a larger pack environment, Delta wouldn't care about younger, non-related Utahraptors and would likely consider them future rivals that needed to be killed. However, her species instinctively formed and hunted in social packs - without a pack right now or even seeing a fellow raptor for weeks - and the strange youngster could grow up to help her hunt. He could be part of a new pack. Her new pack.
Excitedly, Delta shifted on her feet to keep up with the smaller raptor's circling, her tail whipping back and forth to help her balance. Careful to mind her sickle claws, she chuffed and chirped back at him, attempting to move him with her feet to stay behind her. Leviathan seemed just a small baby compared to her bulk, and she wanted her new pack behind her as she puzzled over whether these mammals posed a threat.
As expected from lands that stank of mammals, her call attracted plenty of them. Their uniform pack-like smell made it obvious that, even while each individual would be easy to take down, she didn't want to risk confrontation. Plenty of odd beasts, hairy and warm-blooded creatures caked in foul odors, existed in these wild lands - most of which she'd never experienced before and her instincts didn't know how to handle. Still, she was confident in her own ability, given her track record of individual survival.
Straightening her posture, the green-tinted raptor eyed Bast curiously, not sure what to make of his odd vocalizations. He seemed to oscillate between mammal and bird-like communications, as though trying to match the chirps of her sisters. This was puzzling to her, as small mammals usually didn't stare steadily up at her while making odd assortments of noises. Tilting her head to the left, then to the right, she let out a chuffing vocalization in the back of her throat - not a threatening noise, but a low-pitched huffy greeting.
On her inhale, the scent of mammal fear came to her attention, and the green-scaled raptor's gaze instantly shot to Wren. In an instant, her nonchalant and confident body language started to shift, as she leaned towards him and let out a loud and hungry screech. Wren smelled like prey, with the intoxicating scent of fear about him, and Delta only considered prey good for filling her belly. Right now, she was full - good for Wren.
Also good for Wren, her attention shifted to the young raptor as he came brazenly up to her with excited vocalizations and friendly chirps. Usually, in a larger pack environment, Delta wouldn't care about younger, non-related Utahraptors and would likely consider them future rivals that needed to be killed. However, her species instinctively formed and hunted in social packs - without a pack right now or even seeing a fellow raptor for weeks - and the strange youngster could grow up to help her hunt. He could be part of a new pack. Her new pack.
Excitedly, Delta shifted on her feet to keep up with the smaller raptor's circling, her tail whipping back and forth to help her balance. Careful to mind her sickle claws, she chuffed and chirped back at him, attempting to move him with her feet to stay behind her. Leviathan seemed just a small baby compared to her bulk, and she wanted her new pack behind her as she puzzled over whether these mammals posed a threat.