09-14-2018, 10:01 AM
DELTA
female ✦ the typhoon ✦ raptor squad
The prey was successful in attracting the pale green Utahraptor, who easily picked up on both Owen's and the boar's scents, and his orders, something she was more than happy to comply with.
Hunts. Those were something that satsified many of Delta's natural instincts, so she really had no qualms about joining in, the boar's squeals only exciting her more, as she sped up, tail whipping behind her as she weaved through the trees, easily keeping up with Owen as she made her way through, a scream erupting from her maw as she passed, beginning to herd the large boar into a 'kill zone'. Somewhere where it would be easy to go in for the kill without complications or obstacles, and even better, if it was near the nest that the raptor had made for her sisters' return to make it easier to protect. Not that many animals were idiotic enough to come after their food. The scent of decaying corpses surrounding the nest was enough to send any creature with half a brain the other way.
It was a bit like how a dog would herd sheep, what she was doing, in a way. Scaring the creature into the kill zone was easy enough, especially with Owen's help, often 'guiding' it back on track by appearing out of nowhere, seemingly, or a screech or a terrier to scare it back to where it was supposed to be going, and to alert Owen of her position.
Hunts. Those were something that satsified many of Delta's natural instincts, so she really had no qualms about joining in, the boar's squeals only exciting her more, as she sped up, tail whipping behind her as she weaved through the trees, easily keeping up with Owen as she made her way through, a scream erupting from her maw as she passed, beginning to herd the large boar into a 'kill zone'. Somewhere where it would be easy to go in for the kill without complications or obstacles, and even better, if it was near the nest that the raptor had made for her sisters' return to make it easier to protect. Not that many animals were idiotic enough to come after their food. The scent of decaying corpses surrounding the nest was enough to send any creature with half a brain the other way.
It was a bit like how a dog would herd sheep, what she was doing, in a way. Scaring the creature into the kill zone was easy enough, especially with Owen's help, often 'guiding' it back on track by appearing out of nowhere, seemingly, or a screech or a terrier to scare it back to where it was supposed to be going, and to alert Owen of her position.
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