"Ah, yeah! My name's Owen- Wait, I already introduced myself. Shit. Uh, god." He laughed softly, shaking his head side to side as he glanced over the two women, scooting the basket of sweets over to them. "I'm merely a traveler, Delta is a member of the pack of raptors I raised." He gave the quick introduction of who he was, and pretty much why he was here. "I figured it'd be awkward to just show up with a basket of meat, and I heard that the power couple here likes wine. So, here 'ya go." Owen chuckled, dipping his head to the two women. They were both beautiful, in an awesome way that Owen's dumb ass self couldn't possibly see at the moment. Maybe it was because his romantic set of eyes were launched onto men? Who knows.
Then, he heard the returned broadcasting call from Delta, and a smile lit up the german shepherd's face as he heard the loud trampling of feet through bushes and overgrowth. God, she was making a ruckus and he loved it. It was either she was here and pissed, or here and excited to see him.
And thank god, it was the latter. The clicks and babbles leaving the green raptor left the shepherd gleeful at what he heard. She was happy he was back, and thankfully, he could somewhat still understand the babbles. Somewhat. "Well look at you, Delta! You've gotten a bit bigger, haven't you?!" Owen laughed, letting out a soft, affectionate chitter from his mouth. After many months of raising the raptor family, one comes to understand the language they put out. Chitters for affection, chuffs for curiosity (usually heard during hunts or anticipation).
The german shepherd dipped his head to the two girls for a moment, before standing up straight to greet the much larger creature. To be honest, Delta, Charlie, Blue, and Echo were all his babies. He raised them from an egg, trained them, and fed them. But he had felt guilty about having left them for a while. He had things to do, and he thought the girls would stay together.
"Oh, you smell the food. Smart little thing." Chuckled Owen as he watched the female raptor tilt her head in curiosity, and God did he miss the raptors even more now. He wanted to see them more often. An air of authority was about the german shepherd, but friendliness towards the utahraptor was also evident. They were of a pack, and he was the Alpha. But they were family. Owen saw it like this.
Pulling out a nice, big piece of bloody cow meat (he forgot where he cut the meat from, god forbid), holding it in his mouth for a moment. "Hold. Head up." He ordered, testing the reigns he still had. If the raptor still remembered her training, if she was willing to, at least. She had been apart from him for quite a long time, after all.
Though, if she followed his order, she'd get the meat that hung from his jaws, dripping with fats and blood that enticed even the shepherd himself.
Then, he heard the returned broadcasting call from Delta, and a smile lit up the german shepherd's face as he heard the loud trampling of feet through bushes and overgrowth. God, she was making a ruckus and he loved it. It was either she was here and pissed, or here and excited to see him.
And thank god, it was the latter. The clicks and babbles leaving the green raptor left the shepherd gleeful at what he heard. She was happy he was back, and thankfully, he could somewhat still understand the babbles. Somewhat. "Well look at you, Delta! You've gotten a bit bigger, haven't you?!" Owen laughed, letting out a soft, affectionate chitter from his mouth. After many months of raising the raptor family, one comes to understand the language they put out. Chitters for affection, chuffs for curiosity (usually heard during hunts or anticipation).
The german shepherd dipped his head to the two girls for a moment, before standing up straight to greet the much larger creature. To be honest, Delta, Charlie, Blue, and Echo were all his babies. He raised them from an egg, trained them, and fed them. But he had felt guilty about having left them for a while. He had things to do, and he thought the girls would stay together.
"Oh, you smell the food. Smart little thing." Chuckled Owen as he watched the female raptor tilt her head in curiosity, and God did he miss the raptors even more now. He wanted to see them more often. An air of authority was about the german shepherd, but friendliness towards the utahraptor was also evident. They were of a pack, and he was the Alpha. But they were family. Owen saw it like this.
Pulling out a nice, big piece of bloody cow meat (he forgot where he cut the meat from, god forbid), holding it in his mouth for a moment. "Hold. Head up." He ordered, testing the reigns he still had. If the raptor still remembered her training, if she was willing to, at least. She had been apart from him for quite a long time, after all.
Though, if she followed his order, she'd get the meat that hung from his jaws, dripping with fats and blood that enticed even the shepherd himself.