10-14-2018, 05:40 PM
The statement made by Owen about feral creatures enjoying the scent of fear, was quickly proven to be true. Seemingly out of no where? A blur of downy brown could be seen by the gathered animals as the slightly smaller than domestic feline size raptor baby charged forward. Most of the time, the infant was very docile compared to her sisters, she was sweet even if a bit too adventurous. However the young one was still a feral raptor, and untrained compared to her sisters, instinct was what she had. Everything in her, screamed for an attempt to take down 'the prey' which she did attempt. Unless someone intervened, Masie would attempt to jump on top of the bound animal with her tiny dagger claws.
Teach Me Wrong From Right, I'll Show You What I Can Be.
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