DIFFICULT TO SEE // o, feral utahraptor

[Margaery]

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A dinosaur?

How... lovely.

She had spent centuries on this planet exposed to all varieties of the odd and unfamiliar, practically desensitized to the presence of anything she could label as 'abnormal'. Dinosaurs, however, were beings in which she had very little experience with. Volatile, feral, and naturally temperamental, they survived because instinct told them to. Intelligent things they were yes, but their lack of communication and perhaps higher thinking made them true wildcards. If instinct told them to kill something, typically, they would listen without restraint. That made them dangerous and Margaery wary as she approached the group, her expression, for the most part, unreadable.

She glanced first at Bastilleprisoner, noticing his relatively nonchalant posture and realizing that that was perhaps the wisest way to interact with the utahraptor. To appear hostile or scared ran the risk of angering the creature and the last thing any of them wanted was a raptor set on murdering them. She relaxed her shoulders and her face, attempting to look as harmless and gentle as possible. She wondered, idly, if Delta could sense her pregnancy and, concerned suddenly for the leeches, angled herself in a way that would hide the round of her belly. With that out of her way, she angled her ears forward and watched with mild intrigue as Luna's own utahraptor made friends (friends was, of course, a loose word to describe it) with Delta.

[color=#b14767]"Luna," Margaery began evenly, not permitting her stare to stray from Delta, [color=#b14767]"How much do you know about these dinosaurs?" She blinked slowly, evenly, hoping that the corporal had even the faintest idea of how to handle this situation. Best case scenario: Delta got bored with a bunch of small mammals and went on her way, forgetting about them. Worst case scenario: she made them all her lunch. Margaery could only hope and pray for the latter.