ROMAN ROYALS — INTERROGATION

[Masie]

Masie heard the sound of Delta quaking or squawking, the noise being enough to distract her. At the sounds? She stopped ending up not attacking the tied feline, having stopped about a foot away from the bound animal. ”Food!?” this thing smelled like food, it was prone and weak there was no reason not to attack it. Empathy was a taught skill, but even then it wasn’t something most would ever hold for everyone. Masie would be able to learn, but prey she had no emotional attachment to was prey at the end of the day.

Masie stood there, head tilted with her gaze focused upon Delta, waiting for the word food. Currently the vocabulary of the little feral was restricted, she knew who they were, who she was and things like food or nest. Back? Had not been something she had been farmilier with yet.

It was only when Delta forcefully moved her back beneath her that the little raptor understood what the demand had been. Masie scrambmed on her own after the first few seconds of being tugged, to stand back between Delta and Owen.