09-13-2018, 01:04 AM
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Owen had been doing his usual rounds of patrol through the territory, his ears pricked and alert as he sniffed for any signs of intruders. He had noticed how people had been ditching the Typhoon lately, maybe that was bad enough for him to believe that he needed to help. His patrol had been going smoothly, up until he heard a loud call. But not just any call.
A fucking broadcasting call.
And while Owen knew all of his girls well, he couldn't tell which one it was whom called to him. Owen lifted his muzzle up, releasing his own howling call, his muscles kicking into overdrive. The german shepherd leaped over a fallen tree, his back legs roaring for him to rush further more. Faster, faster!
He was free of the plants around him as he saw the familiar green tinted, rough skin of Delta in the distance. "Coming!" Came the chitter from Owen as he rushed over to see the returning utahraptor. His tail was still, his body relaxed as the german shepherd smiled at the sight of his girl. Delta. "Welcome home! You went for a journey or something?" Snickered Owen, reaching into his side bag to grab a dead rat. He always had those with him, however strange it was. It was an unusual thing, this bond that he had with the raptors he had raised, but it was there.
Owen remained calm despite the overwhelming amount of excitement that coursed through him, filling his lungs with air he never thought he needed. "Head up." Owen barked out, the simple order being one he had taught the raptors while they had been living in the damn enclosures he and they had hated so much. He hated having them caged, which was why he had them so free now.
If Delta followed his order, Owen had a fat rat for the utahraptor in his paw to give to her. A familiar antic, something to make sure he was still Alpha.
— 25 m/o — male — german shepherd — typhoon — tags
[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #75A29D;"]Owen had been doing his usual rounds of patrol through the territory, his ears pricked and alert as he sniffed for any signs of intruders. He had noticed how people had been ditching the Typhoon lately, maybe that was bad enough for him to believe that he needed to help. His patrol had been going smoothly, up until he heard a loud call. But not just any call.
A fucking broadcasting call.
And while Owen knew all of his girls well, he couldn't tell which one it was whom called to him. Owen lifted his muzzle up, releasing his own howling call, his muscles kicking into overdrive. The german shepherd leaped over a fallen tree, his back legs roaring for him to rush further more. Faster, faster!
He was free of the plants around him as he saw the familiar green tinted, rough skin of Delta in the distance. "Coming!" Came the chitter from Owen as he rushed over to see the returning utahraptor. His tail was still, his body relaxed as the german shepherd smiled at the sight of his girl. Delta. "Welcome home! You went for a journey or something?" Snickered Owen, reaching into his side bag to grab a dead rat. He always had those with him, however strange it was. It was an unusual thing, this bond that he had with the raptors he had raised, but it was there.
Owen remained calm despite the overwhelming amount of excitement that coursed through him, filling his lungs with air he never thought he needed. "Head up." Owen barked out, the simple order being one he had taught the raptors while they had been living in the damn enclosures he and they had hated so much. He hated having them caged, which was why he had them so free now.
If Delta followed his order, Owen had a fat rat for the utahraptor in his paw to give to her. A familiar antic, something to make sure he was still Alpha.