twenty-four hours from tulsa // return

[Masie]

The entryway to the typhoon was close to her family's nest, thus Masie got a good look at many strange things from outside the group. Most of them got called threat or food by her sisters, but the others surrounding them and Owen sometimes classed outside things differently. Thus, the young raptor had become slow to react to things at the border, at least not without thinking about how it resembled experiences she had already endured and trying to guess what she should do before calling for Father. Large amber optics with slit pupils could be viewed through the brush, unblinking as she took in the figure of the study leopard, clever mind whirling.

"Loud, Noise." she chittered it to herself, but decided the racket was not that unbearable, at least not in the same way as the noise that made her want to stomp someone's throat until they shut up. Thus she took a few steps out of the bush, tilting her head to investigate the other animal closer. "Owen! Sisters!" she chittered out for them a little bit loudly once, than focused completely on the leopard once more. Long legs carried her as she circled the leopard, making low chittering noises once in a while, trying to figure out what to think about this thing.