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"Why hello there, Lucifer!" Owen greeted with a smile, gesturing for him to sit down amongst the growing crowd. He had a respect for the large black dragon, since he had been raising a pack of feathered raptors as well. From what he noticed of them, they had imprinted on Luciferus, which was impressive.
At Lucifer's comment about Caesar, Owen shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't too disturbed about the question, in reality. Yes, it made him uncomfortable, because he couldn't kill his own raptors, but he didn't take it too much to heart. "It's a question I don't mind answering, and a damn good one at that. Anyone else have questions before we begin?" Owen asked, before he felt the wind of Delta's tail behind him. She babbled at him, a comfortable sound to Owen, before tilting her head and tapping her talons against the ground. Anticipation. She was waiting for him.
Food? Hunt? Her babble was recognizable, and Owen clicked his tongue. "Not food. Food givers." He babbled out, turning his gaze towards the two whom had arrived. While he was cautious with the yellow feline, he trusted him enough to have his raptors around him. Delta was smarter, she knew when to pick a fight and when to not. Well.. Sometimes.
"Delta, eyes on me." Owen's voice was strict, dominance taking over his stance as he eyed the utahraptor calmly. He loved his children, but they were high maintenance and needed to constantly be kept in check if they wanted to keep their home here. If she obeyed his command, Owen would toss a fish up for the raptor as a reward. From the looks of the leftover meat stuck between her teeth, Owen could see that she had been feeding before she had come over. He'll have to take her hunting again when she was hungry once more as an apology.
"This beautiful utahraptor here is named Delta. As of right now, until her sisters come back, she is the Beta of the Pack. In total, there are four utahraptors, including Delta herself." Owen explained calmly, lifting a paw up to the green-tinted raptor in an attempt to have her push her snout against his palm. When they were all little, Owen had trained them to notice when he was in distress and how to act upon it. He remembered how tiny they were as babies, when they had first hatched. "As you all know, my raptors are all feral, yet trained to act on my commands as their Alpha. Our relationship is built on mutual respect, with me having raised them. They aren't like the feathered raptors, raised in the wild here. My girls were all raised in captivity, as much as I hate to admit it." He explained further, amber-golden eyes resting on Luciferus and Caesar for a moment before he waited for any questions. He would continue if there were none.
At Lucifer's comment about Caesar, Owen shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't too disturbed about the question, in reality. Yes, it made him uncomfortable, because he couldn't kill his own raptors, but he didn't take it too much to heart. "It's a question I don't mind answering, and a damn good one at that. Anyone else have questions before we begin?" Owen asked, before he felt the wind of Delta's tail behind him. She babbled at him, a comfortable sound to Owen, before tilting her head and tapping her talons against the ground. Anticipation. She was waiting for him.
Food? Hunt? Her babble was recognizable, and Owen clicked his tongue. "Not food. Food givers." He babbled out, turning his gaze towards the two whom had arrived. While he was cautious with the yellow feline, he trusted him enough to have his raptors around him. Delta was smarter, she knew when to pick a fight and when to not. Well.. Sometimes.
"Delta, eyes on me." Owen's voice was strict, dominance taking over his stance as he eyed the utahraptor calmly. He loved his children, but they were high maintenance and needed to constantly be kept in check if they wanted to keep their home here. If she obeyed his command, Owen would toss a fish up for the raptor as a reward. From the looks of the leftover meat stuck between her teeth, Owen could see that she had been feeding before she had come over. He'll have to take her hunting again when she was hungry once more as an apology.
"This beautiful utahraptor here is named Delta. As of right now, until her sisters come back, she is the Beta of the Pack. In total, there are four utahraptors, including Delta herself." Owen explained calmly, lifting a paw up to the green-tinted raptor in an attempt to have her push her snout against his palm. When they were all little, Owen had trained them to notice when he was in distress and how to act upon it. He remembered how tiny they were as babies, when they had first hatched. "As you all know, my raptors are all feral, yet trained to act on my commands as their Alpha. Our relationship is built on mutual respect, with me having raised them. They aren't like the feathered raptors, raised in the wild here. My girls were all raised in captivity, as much as I hate to admit it." He explained further, amber-golden eyes resting on Luciferus and Caesar for a moment before he waited for any questions. He would continue if there were none.
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