09-14-2018, 10:22 PM
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All of his raptors had a thing for going off on their own, and he couldn't quite tell them no when they wanted to wander for a bit. For what reason? Owen didn't know, maybe it was a phase, or something. He didn't know, okay? Whenever people asked him stuff like that he just wanted to punch them for some reason. He trained the utahraptors, but he didn't control them completely. They respected him, and that made him their Alpha.
Speaking of raptors, looks like the devil called. Owen lifted his head from the rabbit he had been eating, licking his chops to clear away any blood or clinging meat to listen, his ears pricked. The german shepherd shifted slightly, hearing the loud screech. Wasn't a broadcasting call, but that did sound exactly like one of his girls' attack noises. To distract, or corral their prey. Whoever it was, was obviously hunting.
The black and brown shepherd lifted his head up to sniff the air, searching for any familiar smell. Blue? No- Echo? He let out a breath as he choffed, inhaling another round of scents. Charlie. He found himself running no sooner after he caught the scent, his muscles pulling him forward as he let out a broadcasting call- a loud howl, calling out to Charlie- or whoever it was.
He had hopped out of a pile of overgrowth, eyes focused on the creature before him. Charlie. Charlie was back, and she looked.. Was that a gash in her chest? Who would have done something like that to her? "Charlie!" Owen called out, wary of the feeding utahraptor. He knew better than to just walts right up on a feeding beast, but he still kept his posture prideful, calm.
With the call, Delta would probably also hear.
Speaking of raptors, looks like the devil called. Owen lifted his head from the rabbit he had been eating, licking his chops to clear away any blood or clinging meat to listen, his ears pricked. The german shepherd shifted slightly, hearing the loud screech. Wasn't a broadcasting call, but that did sound exactly like one of his girls' attack noises. To distract, or corral their prey. Whoever it was, was obviously hunting.
The black and brown shepherd lifted his head up to sniff the air, searching for any familiar smell. Blue? No- Echo? He let out a breath as he choffed, inhaling another round of scents. Charlie. He found himself running no sooner after he caught the scent, his muscles pulling him forward as he let out a broadcasting call- a loud howl, calling out to Charlie- or whoever it was.
He had hopped out of a pile of overgrowth, eyes focused on the creature before him. Charlie. Charlie was back, and she looked.. Was that a gash in her chest? Who would have done something like that to her? "Charlie!" Owen called out, wary of the feeding utahraptor. He knew better than to just walts right up on a feeding beast, but he still kept his posture prideful, calm.
With the call, Delta would probably also hear.
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