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She hears her name in his reply, though she found it difficult to understand everything he said - she understood that he spoke something to her Blood Favorite duo, but she doesn't even try to understand the mammal speak now. Her attention focused on her alpha and - to a lesser extent - the meat he brought with him, she returns his chitter with own, pleased that he recognizes her and doesn't seem mad. Blue made for a more testy alpha in his absence, and she is pleased that the pack order can be reestablished to its proper place. Well, once her sisters turn up, that is.
Hearing his commands and seeing him manipulate the carrion, she lets out a chirp-like noise of anticipation as she straightens her posture. Her head lifts up, her dangerous sickle claws tapping the ground as a sure sign of her decreasing patience.
There was one new thing about her that stood out, now that her head was more prominently displayed. A large, angry series of cuts were on the right side of her face - weeks old, long since healed over, but nevertheless scarred over. Delta doesn't think about them, now that they've healed and the pain went away, though she will never forget which animal she brawled with.
As the meat sailed towards her, she breaks position and lunges for it, her teeth closing around the slab. She shakes her head, allowing her backward-facing teeth to do the work of sheering part of it for her. She is satisfied with it, soon enough, though she hardly seems to notice the resulting blood splatter across her muzzle and through the air. Bobbing her head up, she opened her jaws enough to swallow the meat whole, tasting its rich marbled steak flavor for a second before it vanishes. Delta appreciates this, in the moment, as she hasn't encountered this species of prey for a while - most of what she gets, these days, are deer and boar.
Chittering contently, she feels most of her excitement give way to regular contentment. Stepping towards Owen in an unrushed manner, she attempts to tap his shoulder with her blood-soaked nose - expressing the greatest amount of affection she was quite possibly capable of feeling.
Hearing his commands and seeing him manipulate the carrion, she lets out a chirp-like noise of anticipation as she straightens her posture. Her head lifts up, her dangerous sickle claws tapping the ground as a sure sign of her decreasing patience.
There was one new thing about her that stood out, now that her head was more prominently displayed. A large, angry series of cuts were on the right side of her face - weeks old, long since healed over, but nevertheless scarred over. Delta doesn't think about them, now that they've healed and the pain went away, though she will never forget which animal she brawled with.
As the meat sailed towards her, she breaks position and lunges for it, her teeth closing around the slab. She shakes her head, allowing her backward-facing teeth to do the work of sheering part of it for her. She is satisfied with it, soon enough, though she hardly seems to notice the resulting blood splatter across her muzzle and through the air. Bobbing her head up, she opened her jaws enough to swallow the meat whole, tasting its rich marbled steak flavor for a second before it vanishes. Delta appreciates this, in the moment, as she hasn't encountered this species of prey for a while - most of what she gets, these days, are deer and boar.
Chittering contently, she feels most of her excitement give way to regular contentment. Stepping towards Owen in an unrushed manner, she attempts to tap his shoulder with her blood-soaked nose - expressing the greatest amount of affection she was quite possibly capable of feeling.