YOU'RE SO TOXIC && open, joiners.

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Her lips pull back, a slight growl rumbling in her throat as several of these creatures come forward - she smells their own pack scent on them, and she is instinctively wary. While most of them seemed too small to provide a threat, she long ago learned not to trust size, now that several of them displayed strange powers despite their unassuming mass. Tail lashing behind her, the teal Utahraptor specifically sets her sights on Lucifer, recognizing his bulk made him the greatest threat here. She snaps her gaze to Owen, though, as he sharply reprimands her sister and provides a short explanation. Still, Delta isn't fully convinced that these creatures aren't a threat.

Still, she decides to trust him - as she always does. Raising her head up, she keeps her eyes on the canine as he waves the meat around; she understands this training, obviously, and is pleased to see a decent snack in his paws. Though Delta doesn't usually bother hunting such small creatures, she won't snub her nose at a free snack. As he, presumably, threw the larger rat at her, she takes a step forward and snatches it out of the air with expertise born of countless practice. Her attention wavers slightly, though, as her dark eyes again drift to Lucifer and Vandal. She isn't interested in the kids; they're small, easy targets and she doesn't care to take them as much as Echo does.