DELTA
female ✦ the typhoon ✦ raptor squad
Pack gone. Return soon.
Those words were just confirmation of what she knew already, but it still caused the pale green Utahraptor a bit of distress, letting out a chitter to acknowledge Owen's words. But they would come back. Her sisters always did. It was simply the way the pack worked: if they got separated, eventually, they'd come back together again.
The feeling of the blood from the fat rat she'd devoured dripping down her maw could be felt, and Delta flicked her head, as if trying to shake the rest off. She tended to be a bit more clean than her sisters after a meal, if only due to the fact she had more avian DNA than her sisters did, something that her instincts often encouraged her to do something similar to preening, even if it meant just flicking off the blood from time to time, this still satisfied that need for the raptor.
Of course, many avian species had also proven to be highly intelligent, such as crows or African Greys, capable of counting and even adding, and this was probably not the best combination as raptors had been well known for being quite intelligent already, and this only made Delta more curious than the rest of her sisters, so long as she didn't deem the object of her curiousity a threat.
The arrival of Bakugou just sparked that innate curiousity within Delta, who slowly began to take steps forward, purring curiously as she went to investigate, yellow optics keeping a sharp eye out for any sign of aggression or fear from the tiny feline, something that could potentially mean an enemy or food to her, before settling on a chuff in front of his face, the scent of the rat and whatever her last meal was still detectable, looking almost satisfied with her investigation before turning to Owen, tilting her head in curiousity and babbling, 'Food?'
While she was less aggressive than the other raptors, this did not stop her from seeing most creatures as food. She had decided that Bakugou was not a threat, for now, but he was also not a food giver or food. He didn't quite have a label, in Delta's mind.
Those words were just confirmation of what she knew already, but it still caused the pale green Utahraptor a bit of distress, letting out a chitter to acknowledge Owen's words. But they would come back. Her sisters always did. It was simply the way the pack worked: if they got separated, eventually, they'd come back together again.
The feeling of the blood from the fat rat she'd devoured dripping down her maw could be felt, and Delta flicked her head, as if trying to shake the rest off. She tended to be a bit more clean than her sisters after a meal, if only due to the fact she had more avian DNA than her sisters did, something that her instincts often encouraged her to do something similar to preening, even if it meant just flicking off the blood from time to time, this still satisfied that need for the raptor.
Of course, many avian species had also proven to be highly intelligent, such as crows or African Greys, capable of counting and even adding, and this was probably not the best combination as raptors had been well known for being quite intelligent already, and this only made Delta more curious than the rest of her sisters, so long as she didn't deem the object of her curiousity a threat.
The arrival of Bakugou just sparked that innate curiousity within Delta, who slowly began to take steps forward, purring curiously as she went to investigate, yellow optics keeping a sharp eye out for any sign of aggression or fear from the tiny feline, something that could potentially mean an enemy or food to her, before settling on a chuff in front of his face, the scent of the rat and whatever her last meal was still detectable, looking almost satisfied with her investigation before turning to Owen, tilting her head in curiousity and babbling, 'Food?'
While she was less aggressive than the other raptors, this did not stop her from seeing most creatures as food. She had decided that Bakugou was not a threat, for now, but he was also not a food giver or food. He didn't quite have a label, in Delta's mind.
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