crying out for more - sand castles

[Masie]

CC was a curious little thing, different from the other Minnows around them considering that she had found the little feline herself. Apart from the clearly obvious things that made the small feline different? Masie could have sworn she heard the little thing trying to speak to her a few times, thought none of it was ever smooth enough to be understood. Of course, most of her early learning that let her speak perfectly now, involved mimicking Owen and Delta obsessively. Thus, the little raptor was wondering if maybe her kind weren't the only ones that could speak their language. "CC." she chittered the tiny felines name again, trailing after the cat and trying to see if she heard anything correct chittered back. Of course, the other was feline not raptor, so Masie had no idea how unlikely it was that they would ever be able to speak to each other short of maybe if CC one day became a telepath. Even than? Did raptors think the same as the other animals around them, who knew, they should be hundreds of thousands of feet underground.

Luckily she was observant even while focusing on CC since she was not in hunting mode, not even knowing that sort of insane single focus was possible for her. Masie easily realized what Victor was doing as her 'friend' stared at what was going on, tilting her head in curiosity, a low sound escaping her as her mind processed what was seen. Apparently, Victor was making some sort of nest, weird looking as it was. Did CC know how to make nests? The tiny raptor turned to her friend, opening her mouth in another noise angling her head down and scraping one foot across the ground. Once she had done that motion? The small creature wandered over, shoved her muzzle into the sand and tried to push more sand onto the nest that Victor was building. Everyone deserved a great nest, even if the location was wrong, the material weird and the shape alien.